on a rooftop
in west virginia
sitting with my friends and
a few guitars
juxtaposed
against the night sky
the livingroom lamp
[unintelligible] from inside
bobby lane [of the weedhawks] stares
and says to me
“when will you move down
“to WV?”
not soon enough, bob,
we'll have to see
gotta do some time first
for the state police
there were some things like drinking and drugging and driving in my pickup truck
eventually these things caught up, and i got f**ed
now, brother's there too
he says to me
“this is the place i love to be”
don't have no job now
and life's not free
no matter when that judge sentences me
don't know how long i'll
be away
when i get out i'm
coming to stay
state that is so
dear to me
sitting with my friends in
old WV
there were some things like drinking and drugging and driving in my pickup truck
eventually these things caught up, and i got f**ed
eventually these things caught up, and i got f**ed