Rough House Blues Lyrics

Buck 65 Rough House Blues

I'm going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye Deep fried blues but I'd rather die than cry Gas station food bound to go stale soon There's a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly And this is the hammer that killed John Henry I'm sick of being tired, sick of the circus life Here day-dreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex No good with money, left-overs in a bitch bag Fryin' pan soul and a face like a dishrag A million old movies, I figured I'd tell Childhood memories triggered by smell So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack Askin' the dust, I'm stuck in a cul-de-sac And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real So that's why I sing love songs and carry steel Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills Catchin' your drift, receivin' the warning Packin' my things, I live in the morning I drive all night, gone to see my friend One day this highway will be my end Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead That man has a zero floating over his head I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs Drink muddy water,sleep inside hollow logs So now what, you may ask, well that's hard to say Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play