Album Name : Whiskey Stills & Sleeping Pills - EP
Release Date : 2011-12-31
Song Duration : 3:28
Seven Handle Circus Alabama Line
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.
[chorus]
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.
[chorus]
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.
[chorus]
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.