The Waco Brothers - Dragging My Own Tombstone lyrics

Snapping the chains now what a relief I'm climbing back out from right underneath Into the world of sweet delight Well I gave up without a fight And I feel like I've been Dragging my own tombstone Dragging my own tombstone Dragging my own tombstone Most of my life I could handle toil and trouble When it brought better times But time hangs heavy on my hands Slipping by me, over again on that production line Not lost for the working man You let that chisel fall from your hand Now is the time to pick your fight I can't make everything right And I feel like I've been Dragging my own tombstone etc… At the heart of a brand new city I will find that precious j**el Just drove in from Indiana The neon canyons, calling home another fool Old stinking hat and shoes Fat white suburban blues In this world of sweet delight I'll give up without a fight And I feel like I've been Dragging my own tombstone etc… Here's the carrot and here's the stick Here's the throat where the big words stick See the hammer and the tongs I've been doing this too long There's about a hundred people in a windowless concrete shed They've come in here to blow that paycheck, blow the rent Came to remember coming back to forget