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It's Monday morning, it's 2 p.m.
The coffee ain't workin', so it's whiskey again
Tired of bein' tired, can't get no sleep
Relapsed last night, sometimes I'm just weak
Still quit tomorrow, but tomorrow's the same
One hand on the bible, one foot in the grave
Head on low, hung over half dead I need to sober up
I sleep when I'm dead
It's the same horses, just a different day
It is what it is, you know what they say
Old lady still bitchin', them bills ain't paid
It's Friday, I'm broken, I just got paid (hey)
Rubber to a nickel, still tryin' to make it down
I ain't got a penny, I'm rollin' myself high
The devil's ridin' shotgun, hell of a ride
Whiskey, cocaine, short days to long nights
Stuck on the road, chasing lonely trains
Surrounded by people who ain't what they say
They're the same, and they watchin' the car
People go slow, glory, I ain't feelin' stoppin'
Old white trailer next to them train tracks
Single mother with her third party, call this my track
Hangin' with them drug dealers on them late nights
Hittin' them back roads 'cause I'm more psyched than that
Six years past, seven years in the pen
30 years old, sleeping on a couch with her friends
Say, okay, we'll make you a man
So I look in the mirror, ain't get a devil a grin
It's the same horses, just a different day
It is what it is, you know what they say
Old lady still bitchin', them bills ain't paid
It's Friday, I'm broken, I just got paid (hey)
Rubber to a nickel, still tryin' to make it down
I ain't got a penny, I'm rollin' myself high
The devil's ridin' shotgun, hell of a ride
Whiskey, cocaine, short days to long nights
Stuck on the road, just a lonely train
Surrounded by people who ain't what they say
It's the same, and they watchin' the car
People go slow, glory, I ain't feelin' stoppin'
I ain't feelin' stoppin'
I ain't feelin' stoppin'