Hey motherfucker you don't have to tell me I know that I am not like you I'm not like you You don't have a way I don't have a way You don't have a sign
Yeah, I can feel it's time for me to be movin' on. And the reason I know is for us, the good times have gone. We keep gettin' further than closer, day
well i'm a candidate for suicide the more that i get old i'm a candidate for suicide the drugs have taken their toll i'm a candidate for suicide i was
Livin alone, singin my songs Thinkin bout the good times when you were my own Lady you taught me how to hurt and cry, and each day I'm not with you
Well my name is Cecil Brown and I'm from a little town and people don't think much of me I never understood why they thought I was no good But
m gonna get wasted with all my country heroes I'm drinkin' some George Jones, and a little bit of Coe Haggard's easin' my misery and Waylon's keepin' me from home Hank
Well, I was rollin' by myself, went down to Memphis, Tennessee and I was lookin' for a guy who had a mullet and no teeth and I was trippin' on some acid
Way down in West Virginia, There are some people who are one of a kind. They don't need nothin' from nobody, 'Cause they're already doin' fine. You got
Well I'm leavin mississippi and im looking for higher ground said 7 long months 39 days to turn my ways around Well I ain't proud of the things I've
Well some say I'm not country and that's just fine with me 'Cause I don't wanna be country with some faggot looking over at me They say that I'm ill-
Well I'm sittin' here drinkin' over mama. Well I just can't believe that she is gone. But I never did think mama would leave us, to fend for ourselves
Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night Now they blew up his house too Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight, Gonna
Drifting alone just like a dog now Running with a no place to go I'm trying to get over something That did its best to take my soul (chorus) You gone
Well, hey there, mister man What's that you say? Well, you don't like our style And you say that we're out of date With a little bit of Hellbilly country
Well down the Mississippi highway Into New Orleans I said everything is going ok I got my hillbilly ride And my gal by my side And we're doing it all
Well I've been high As the mountains Cruisin' down the road in my 65 And I've got a Hard-rockin' band, Baby that wants to kick it To the other side
I'm drunk again I'm drunk once again Feeling bad, all alone Since you left me on my own I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again I'm drunk again
I was raised by myself down in Arkansas My family had some rich folks' but they'd never call If they wanna be that way well that's fine with me Cause
