Lyrics

Well my trailer looks like a liquor store Or maybe one that just got robbed Well I've got every bottle you can think of honey From Crown to Enchanted Rock And I ain't Keith Whitley and I ain't George Jones But I damn sure could be the next And my girlfriend of two months left me last night I can't remember what I said Well Goddamn They say people are creatures of habit I got more habits than I need Well I dip, drink, an smoke And I dabbled in the coke, and I took up smoking weed I don't care if I get cancer son, disease and die today Because that's just about my only ticket out of Boomtown, USA Out here it gets lonesome, and out here it ain't no fun Living in the desert, and this unpredicted weather And the forecast is prolly more sun I may get loaded, or go to bed But I'll still be tired the next day Cause there ain't no rest for the wicked out here In Boomtown, USA I think that I might go crazy Yeah I think I might go insane But I'm keeping it together, and I tell myself "I'm never working in this place again" Then I see the zeros that the paystub shows And I'm back to work the next day Cause they pay me too good for the suffering I do Out in Boomtown, USA Out here it gets lonesome, and out here it ain't no fun Living in the desert, and this unpredicted weather And the forecast is prolly more sun I may get fucked up, or go to bed But I'll still be tired the next day Cause there ain't no rest for the wicked out here In Boomtown, USA No there ain't no rest for the wicked out here in Boomtown
Writer(s): Samuel Canty Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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