* I had to leave the country Though there was some nice folk there
Now I don't know where I'm going All I know is I'll hit the ground running
Only cowboys the southern gentlemen Bedding women that will never mend
They ride the roads as they bend As they bend to their dead ends
I was raised in a pit of snakes Blink your eyes I was raised on cakes
I couldn't memorize a century of slang
Or learn to tell the same story again and again and again
Bitterness is a lowest sin A bitter man rots from within
I've seen his smile, yellow and brown The bitterness has brought him down
