Letra de Tales Facing Up

Me and my brother's old lady went out and got stinking
She solved her curiosities about me by the railroad tracks
She said I reminded her of him before he started drinking
And banging the babysitter every time she turned her back. I

We opened up the sunroof and smoked a big ole joint
And drank a case of Pabst Blue Ribbon listening to the crickets and trains
Every so often she'd lapse into narcotic rambling
Moon and mascara. I've always been a holy terror
Temptations lurking every where. If your mind's in the gutter, Beware!
You'll find me there

Me and a friend were talking after the funeral
She said it should have been me but I'm still around and I been so wild
I'm surprised I made it to the seventh grade, and all my dead friends have settled down
My eyes were puffy and she asked if I'd been crying
I said 'tears are for pussies' but who was I kidding
So we stopped at the bar and drank them dry. Beer and tequila
I've always been a thrill seeker. But thrills are a dime a dozen these days
And I found a dime in the gutter today. Tails facing up. Still fucking up. Still fucking up

A funny thing happened on my way to a strange way of thinking

Music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)
©1998 Soul Dump Music