I remember being young.
Hell I think i still am.
I was sittin steady chillin on the tailgate
Sippin on a day old pint of that Tennessee bam-she-bam.
That's the last thing I recall.
Hell I heard I had a ball.
I was sittin sorta crooked stable staring at the stars,
Overwelmed at how many cars are parked at bars.
Will this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
Is this my calling?
Is this what I need?
G * D * C *
Just another picture missing from the newspaper.
See you later.