(Hood / Cooley, Hood, Lane, Malone, Neff)



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.





lyrics by Patterson Hood

music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)