Lyrics
Digging ditches for the city. Ain't bad work if you can get it.
And when I can, I make forty bucks a day.
Spend twenty on the lottery, and five or six on Gennesse,
But the other fourteen bills I piss away.
She said get out now, boys we're heading south down
The Chattahoochee River to the Alabama line.
I can hear my heart pound, rattle in my chest now
I wish her the best, but my best is all behind.
It's all behind.
Between alcohol and cigarettes, how quickly a young man forgets
The lessons learned upon his mama's knee.
Striking out for god knows where, been singing slow and running scared
Down eighty-five since I was seventeen.
She said get out now, boys we're heading south down
The Chattahoochee River to the Alabama line.
I can hear my heart pound, rattle in my chest now
I wish her the best, but my best is all behind.
She said get out now, boys we're heading south down
The Chattahoochee River to the Alabama line.
I can hear my heart pound, rattle in my chest now
I wish her the best, but my best is all behind.
Now's the time to let it go, start wearing out these leather soles,
Don't need a map to guide me on my way.
So we'll put rubber on the road, toward the Gulf of Mexico
There's nothing left here for me to buy today.
She said get out now, boys we're heading south down
The Chattahoochee River to the Alabama line.
I can hear my heart pound, rattle in my chest now
I wish her the best, but my best is all behind.
She said get out now, boys we're heading south down
The Chattahoochee River to the Alabama line.
I can hear my heart pound, rattle in my chest now
I wish her the best, but my best is all behind.