Lights go down across New York City,
I don't really give too much of a damn,
Like I did when I was nineteen,
Couldn't wait to get my ass out of town.
Now, at first I thought east, get away from this heat,
And I'd maybe fall in love in the Garden State.
A ramblin' man, I'd have to change my name,
'Cause I tend to be a man who hangs around.
And now it's 3 AM, I'm down to my last cigarette,
I got a bag of pills, boy I ain't done yet.
Now, some guys they slave for their dollar a day,
And they're makin' ends meet on a minimum wage,
But some guys ain't me, oh lord I'd hate to be,
I ain't gonna be a man who hangs around. No more.
And now it's 3 AM, I'm down to my last cigarette,
I got a bag of pills, boy I ain't done yet.
And oh, maybe I'll cry in the morning.
But for now, Paycheck's burnin' up the radio,
And oh, all my rowdy friends are commin' over,
And oh, we ain't ever settlin' we ain't settling' down.
I wasn't raised on no farm, no,
And my daddy didn't teach me how to rope no bulls,
I ain't ever been in a fight,
No, not one in my whole damn life,
But I think I just might,
Feel a wind blown' my way tonight,
I'm gonna bust some heads,
And get my ass kicked outta the bar tonight.
And oh, maybe I'll cry in the morning.
But for now, Paycheck's burnin' up the radio,
And oh, all my rowdy friends are commin' over,
And oh, we ain't ever settlin' we ain't settling' down.
credits
from Palo Santo,
track released March 14, 2014
Zachary Zimmerman, Drew Switzer, Chester Carmer
Saw this guy playing solo, supporting Justin Townes Earle in a pokey pub in downtown Adelaide, & doing most of the songs from this EP. It was a killer set, this guy is a great talent. ian green