Drywall

Well there's water leaking through my jacket And shitty cards soaked in my hand ready to play They've been waiting all day The clouds just above me break and I see my final day What am I gonna see at that place What do I think of myself today Smoked my last cigarette and stood in place In the cold Cumberland rain hitting me like a freight train Just outside of Crossville With some kind of white pills 5-0 cruiser on my ass Wiping drywall off my back Like I'm not the only one Living like a drunken smokestack But then again Whats wrong with that That storm breaks on the Attala County line You can count on it to miss Something you can count on every time And now I know I couldn't be that But I was anything but steady for you Don't you know wind blows in places it ain't supposed to Smoked my last cigarette and stood in place In the cold Cumberland rain hitting me like a freight train Just outside of Crossville With some kind of white pills 5-0 cruiser on my ass Wiping drywall off my back Like I'm not the only one Living like a drunken smokestack But then again Whats wrong with that Smoked my last cigarette and stood in place In the cold Cumberland rain hitting me like a freight train Just outside of Crossville With some kind of white pills 5-0 cruiser on my ass Wiping drywall off my back Like I'm not the only one Living like a drunken smokestack But then again Whats wrong with that