Those Poor Bastards Drown In The River
You and me friend, we sure get along
we got the same feelings
yeah, we got the same thoughts
I remember last August, you wrote me that letter
At first I felt sick, but then I got better
And I slept for forty days,
and forty nights in the rain
when I finally awoke, I didn't feel quite the same
The wind was blowing, a frost was coming
And then poor Matt Judd, he drown in the river
And then my own Grandpa, he withered from cancer
There's so many ways to lose your life
That you gotta be careful where your walkin' at night
And I slept for forty days
and forty nights in the rain
when I finally awoke I didn't feel quite the same
Each day that passes it moves a little faster
No matter where you are, no matter what your after
I didn't used to know much, but I learned a lot lately
Did I mention my sister?
She's about to have a bastard baby
Yeah, we're sailing this ship right the bottom
sailing this ship right to the bottom
sailing this ship right to the bottom
sailing this ship right to the bottom
