I got dimes and dubs of some dank nugs wrapped in cellophane in a cigarette pack in my pocket.
got a guitar on my back, had a P.A. had some debts to pay and had to hock it.
now im out on the street, seeking shade from the heat, feelin lost in the shadows these days.
caught in the wheels, I bet you know how it feels to be a rat trapped in somebody elses maze.
Happy Sunday, Im glad you're here. Pull up a seat, kick up your feet and sip on an ice cold beer.
Happy Sunday, all day long, its a good day to get high and write a sad, sad, song.
Im out on the road with the wind when it blows, everything that I own on my back.
lonely and cold, feel like Ive been bought and sold
my baby left me and she aint comin back.
I got this hole in my soul this life has taken its toll on this loney cold heart of mine.
but I still got a song and I'll be allright as long as I keep on walkn this line.
