A song in the style of Country
Lyrics
Verse 1:
The thought of you is making me ill
And I've tried just about every pill
The pharmacist put me on the do not answer
No there ain't no cure for the take no chancer
Chorus:
I’m tired just bout everyday working to pay your way
Un-welcome all aboard to the gravy train
I must have holes in my pockets
Missing all my lockets
Playing me just like a pawn
I'm over the frustation
Time to leave the station
Cause baby I'm moving on
Verse 2:
Yesterday I changed all the locks
And damn right I'm keeping the dogs
Never again will I cover your bail
Gotta keep off the tracks cuz you’re gonna derail