It's just whiskey under the bridge Ain't no big deal I've been burned, I've been cheated But this old heart's still beating All those nights of drinking Finally got me thinking Heartache is just a waste of time There's not a heart that ain't been broken

Life goes by on a Talihina sky But everybody says this place is beautiful And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye But everything's the same, this town is pitiful And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly Weeds blow tall on a broken train track Ruth B.

I'ma gonna show the way. Eighteen, balding, star Golden, fallen heart I'll be the one to show you the way You'll be the one to always complain Three in the morning, come a-bang-bang-bang All out of fags and I just can't wait Cancel the thing that I said

Oh my god I'm missing you My heart is breaking slowly I've been searching out the window In my world of pallid blue And I keep checking my shadow In an empty room My heart will keep on searching I heard your name sail on the breeze I turned my head to

I'm getting paid for that? Nah, I'm getting paid for that? (All of these hoes been on me I'll never go back homie) My own boss Last year I was taking them notes Conference room every day is the woes Last year at work

I'm just waking up now, in the tears of the ones I love It's quiet, I'll bet that everybody thinks I'm done Two years I've been lost, now I remember who I was Who I was, who I was I know I hurt you, I was so unkind I was ungrateful, I wasted your time

You with your switchblade posse I'll get my guns from the south We'll take to the yard like a cock fight For kicks, who's struttin' now? Huff men don't take no nonsense He's here to rectify He's got his black belt buckle And the red mans fire in his eyes

Eyes are gonna roll back I'm here to kill time It ain't yo fast train I'll be the king running near the wheel I ain't looking to make no deals here no For you to go I'ma gon' spill Everybody wants to be a showman Yeah they all got another one Everybody

Just sing little darling, sing with me I'll be your Emmylou and I'll be your June If you'll be my Gram and my Johnny too No, I'm not asking much of you Oh the bitter winds are coming in And I'm already missing the summer Stockholm's cold but I've been

Set the ball a-rollin' I'll be clicking off the miles On the Train of Consequences My boxcar life of style My thinking is derailed I'm tied up to the tracks The Train of Consequences There ain't no turning back I'm doing you a favor