Текст песни Buck 65 - Rough House Blues
Buck 65 - Rough House Blues слова песни
I`m going down the road feeling bad, bye and byeDeep fried blues but I`d rather die than cryGas station food bound to go stale soonThere`s a curse in the air and a toe-nail moonYay, some of these towns are still non-friendlyAnd this is the hammer that killed John HenryI`m sick of being tired, sick of the circus lifeHere day-dreaming of a waitress as the perfect wifeUtterly inappropriate, taken out of contextDegenerate nervousness, developing a complexNo good with money, left-overs in a bitch bagFryin` pan soul and a face like a dishragA million old movies, I figured I`d tellChildhood memories triggered by smellSo now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to sayBecause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to playAll the wrong reasons, just another skull to crackAskin` the dust, I`m stuck in a cul-de-sacAnd it may sound silly but to me the threat is very realSo that`s why I sing love songs and carry steelWomen and warfare, roaches and roadkillsNo easy answers, no deadlines and no frillsCatchin` your drift, receivin` the warningPackin` my things, I live in the morningI drive all night, gone to see my friendOne day this highway will be my endNow the hills are alive and the motor is deadThat man has a zero floating over his headI follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogsDrink muddy water,sleep inside hollow logsSo now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to sayBecause that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play