Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cup
I sell em on the corner to folks who shoot em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
My daddy was a chicken shit common thief
But I wish I could roll the Stone. To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
Some times I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my sky's
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
These days it seems I might be losing my mind. Does the man upstairs he even care to throw me a line. It's not to far gone to hold onto the light like it's your last fight and your barely alive do what ya can just to survive
I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
They'll bog ya down and you can never leave.
At least not in Alabama where they'll burry me
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Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cup
I sell em on the corner to folks who shoot em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
My daddy was a chicken shit common thief
But I wish I could roll the Stone. To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
Some times I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my sky's
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
These days it seems I might be losing my mind. Does the man upstairs he even care to throw me a line. It's not to far gone to hold onto the light like it's your last fight and your barely alive do what ya can just to survive
I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
They'll bog ya down and you can never leave.
At least not in Alabama where they'll burry me
I sell em on the corner to folks who shoot em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
My daddy was a chicken shit common thief
But I wish I could roll the Stone. To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
Some times I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my sky's
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
These days it seems I might be losing my mind. Does the man upstairs he even care to throw me a line. It's not to far gone to hold onto the light like it's your last fight and your barely alive do what ya can just to survive
I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
They'll bog ya down and you can never leave.
At least not in Alabama where they'll burry me
Writer: CODY BRYAN CANNON
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Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.