The Real Country

(альбом: The Real Country - 2010)

With all that you have, the one thing you touch turns to gold
You've got no chance for a lighter load
And nobody could with all of them things that you know
You're low-down no-good, you're dying, oh

Gonna sleep on Sunday
Wipe the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye

The one thing I've found worth having around letting go
Is a glass in my hand with no drink to pour
Had I been renowned for all of the loving I fake
I'd be creeping out, you're still wide awake

Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that railroad gin

Now I'm alone
Kicking these [?] out the window
I'm singing through the radio

Gonna sleep on Sunday
Wipe the weekend away one more time
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that whiskey and rye

Now I spend my money
Downtown on women and sin
While the rest of the country
Gone and drowned in that railroad gin