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