Casey Donahew Band - High lyrics

I'm cruisin' down Main Street in an '87 Chevrolet I'm rollin' down 174 tryin' to find some more Wish I had a little money, I'd spend it all on you I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew (Chorus) And we'll get high, and I drink Well I'm tryin' not to think And I get stoned, and I'm drunk Well I'm tryin' to change my luck Just gettin' by Well I'm a-gettin' by, gettin' high, yeah Walkin' down Browns mountain tryin' to find my way around I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this here town Head on to the south side and the cemetery trails A worn out fishin' hole where I raised a lot of hell (Chorus) There's a girl, that lives on my street Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet I wanna tell her, all the words in my heart She moved away, then she tore my world apart (Chorus) Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights We watched football games here on Friday nights I grew up slow and now I'm livin' so fast Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last (Chorus 2x)