Amateur Hopscotch League - OH-IO Lyrics

An old war hero in a dusty empty bar
Sings about glory days, the name he gave his first guitar
And the trail next to the highway, has a fork in the road
And an underground tunnel, all the locals made a home
A prayer goes unanswered in a tattoo parlor
As a neon light beams down on a picture of your first born daughter
From the backseat of your car, I realize I never got that far
A dead man walking finds an open casket
In a field of flames and Midwestern ashes
Where the drinks run cold, and the girls run hot
And the jokes get old, and the scarecrows rot
His dad bought him a handgun for his 16th birthday
A stunted adolescent made the innocent birds pay
And a crow fell at our feet, and I told you it was killing me
And the woman down the street got her nuclear family
And her husband chain smokes and she says they're happy
And there's leftover roadkill on the table, if I want any
And from the backseat of your car, I realize I never got that far
A dead man walking finds an open casket
In a field of flames and Midwestern ashes
Where the drinks run cold, and the girls run hot
And the jokes get old, and the scarecrows rot
And from the backseat of your car, I realize I never got that far
A dead man walking finds an open casket
In a field of flames and Midwestern ashes
Where the drinks run cold, and the girls run hot
And the jokes get old, and the scarecrows rot