These roads seem to lead to no where
Carried by the wind but out of reach for me
I've long been drifting but my luck ain't lifting
Any hopes or sprits that I can see
And this dirty southern blood
This dirty southern blood runs down my face
Stinging my eyes so I can't see
What's real oh what's real yeah what's real
I won't fold my hand
I'm laying it all down
You can't bluff with a straight face
These eyes see through you
Get up and walk away from me
You ain't worth my time
I won't fold my hand
I'm laying it all down
You can't bluff with a straight face
These eyes see through you
Baby I'm ace high
But in the end we're all but down by nine
I'll make my way into the sun set
Led by the light of a cigarette
