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Jacob Bryant

More Than One Year

 

More Than One Year

(album: Practice What I Preach - 2019)


I did a one night stand in Phoenix, at a run down dirty bar
And as I stumble off the stage an old man grabbed my guitar
He said son I'm glad I caught your show, I really dig your sound
But you may never get your chance if you don't slow down

I said I'm hopped up on the cocaine
Shooting whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time

Well he was standing in the shadows, he fired up a cigarette
It was like I've always known him even though we've never met
There was something so familiar, that old six string in his hand
But then his words cut through the smoke, he said I understand

I said I'm hopped up on the cocaine
Shooting whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time

Well I got an ice cold inner feeling
When I recognized that man
He said Hoss Lord this outlaw bid
Can sure get out of hand

When you're hopped up on the cocaine
Shooting whiskey, feeling no pain
Need a handful of pills just to get back down
Half a bottle of George Dickel
And a fully loaded pistol
Scares off all the demons
Every time they come around
I've lost track of all the women
Can't get back what I've been spending
That's just the cost of living
More than one year at a time
More than one year at a time

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