Stuck Lucky Follow

Pirate shots of rum in downtown savannah lone stars in my best boys eyes two quarts low by the florida seas whiskey weed and women in the streets of tennessee i'll think about you girl miss being your man see the times are getting sweet so i don't understand while we're busting time to make it there for the show there's so much on my mind that i don't want too know love my life of the meek running lines and crossing states for the hole inside me i never needed more and it seems that times won't change so i'll keep you on my mind like the three cents to my name sorry if i'm wasting time see the dirt is getting thick like the miles on the van so like a curse or i'm sick i miss seeing you man see we've had our good times living lives to our flow so buy me one more drink and we'll sing and we'll dance 'cause we're rolling out tomorrow and you'll always understand that my track marks run just as far as the sea evens to odds we'll always keep you on our minds like our parasites and fleas sorry if i'm wasting time (chorus) five-hundred miles from nashville one-hundred dollars in the hole we'll find another home around us maybe somewhere when the kids got soul rushing around the world feeling the life of the speaker pushing strong-arming for those who always thought that they were weaker more than a women yeah more than a man you were always there so you might understand