The Living Bubba — текст песни (Drive-By Truckers)

I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
but I don`t wonder long cuz I got a show to do

I`m sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank cuz that shit ain`t free
but I`m here to stay (at least another week or two)
I can`t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don`t give me no pity don`t give me no grief
Wit till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can`t die now cuz I got another show to do

Don`t give me no preachin` no self servin`
I ain`t no angel but nobody`s deserving
I can dance on my own grave, Thank You!
but I can`t die now cuz I got another show...

Some people keep saying I can`t last long
but I got my bands I got my songs,
liquor, beer, and nicotine to help me along
and I`m drunk and stubborn as they come
chain smoking, guitar picking, til I`m gone

I ain`t got no political agenda
Ain`t got no message for the youth of America
`cept "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
and come see me next Friday cuz I got another show...

Some people stop living long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
but I keep living just to bend that note in two
and I can`t die now cuz I got another show...


lyrics by Patterson Hood
music by Drive-by Truckers (Cooley, Hood, Howell, Lane, Neff)