My old man bought
a big bass boat
When I think of that summer
of hope I choke
'Cause even if we didn't catch
a little bit of somethin'
We'd park that boat
by the bluff at the Days Inn
I got a need to find trouble
when things are alright
I pine for pain
in the morning light
And even with my baby
sittin' next to me
I'm a self-sabotagin'
suicide machine
And you're goin'
goin' goin'
'til the Lord calls
you home in
Your work boots and
your worn coveralls
And you'll show them
show them show them
With your high
collateral loan on
That home
where your children
play with dolls
'Cause I was raised by a woman
who was hardly impressed
And I carry that shit real
deep in my chest
'Cause I ain't ever been
one for cheap excuses
And apologies have always
been a little late or useless
But if you give me four minutes
and a little bit of time
I'll make them old days
an old friend of mine
And I can talk to God
and I can pray all day
But you can't heal somethin'
that you never raised
And you're goin'
goin' goin'
On Thanksgiving Day when
You're sneakin' off
to drink some alcohol
And you'll show them
show them show them
While you're kissin'
all the knees of
Every scrape and
every bloody fall
My old man bought
a big bass boat
When I think of that summer
of hope I choke
'Cause even if we didn't catch
a little bit of somethin'
We'd park that boat
by the bluff at the day's end