While The World Goes Down The Drain

(album: Carrying On - 2001)

Some kids grew up on mean streets
Dealing with the crips and bloods
But me I was born on a back road
In a 4X4 rolling through the mud

The street kid deals with the dealer
And he's always watching his back
Me, I'm watching a line, with a woman of mine
Down by the creek bank shack

Give me .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sitting round the fire
Making this guitar ring
I'll be doing fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the drain

Just to dwell on life in the city
Is making my blood run cold
'Cause miles and miles of concrete
Eats away at the human soul

When you live and die in the country
There's a little that your heart can mourn
With your hands in the dirt and a little work
You can weather out any storm

Give me .308 and a shotgun
And a gallon of homemade wine
Drop me off on a mountainside
Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sitting round the fire
Making this guitar ring
I'll be doing fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the drain

I'll be doing fine underneath the pines
While the world goes down the drain