Me and my brother's old lady went out and got
stinking, she solved her curiosities about me by
the railroad tracks. She said I reminded her of
him before he started drinking and banging the
babysitter every time she turned her back. I We
opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
and drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to
the crickets and trains. Every so often she'd
lapse into narcotic rambling. Moon and mascara.
I've always been a holy terror. Temptations
lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter,
Beware! You'll find me there. Me and a friend were
talking after the funeral. She said it should have
been me but I'm still around and I been so wild,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/NEiI'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and
all my dead friends have settled down. My eyes
were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying. I
said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I
kidding. So we stopped at the bar and drank them
dry. Beer and tequila. I've always been a thrill
seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days.
And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails
facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up. A
funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of
thinkin.

Lyrics by Patterson Hood music by Drive-by
Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)