Tore Down Flat In Jackson Lyrics
Artist: Hibria
Tore Down Flat In Jackson Lyrics
Tore Down Flat In Jackson by Hibria
Black madonna, wont you change his luck and find him fifty grand?
Cause he's tore down, months from nowhere, with the day-to-day out of his hands
One key fit the door to their apartment, another fit the business he let die
A stray dog whines as the august rains turn naked ground to mud
And he's tore down, feelin nothin but the third-rate spirits in his blood
Hes livin for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest things to see him venerate that ball and chain
Roadhouse corn done cut his strings to somewhere, paper rich done met a ball of fire
Black dog cloud done filled his head and drained him like a vampire
Now he's tore down flat in jackson with a daily gig in the backdrop choir
Hes livin for a ticket on the whiskey train
The saddest things to see him venerate that ball and chain
A thick late august field of pigweed dances, a t.v. from the fillin stations heard
Hes holdin up the wall, the moment says it all without a word
Well, he's tore down, world stopped movin when halfway to the label claimed it cured
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