Rough House Blues — текст песни (Buck 65)

I`m going down the road feeling bad, bye and bye
Deep fried blues but I`d rather die than cry
Gas station food bound to go stale soon
There`s a curse in the air and a toe-nail moon
Yay, some of these towns are still non-friendly
And this is the hammer that killed John Henry
I`m sick of being tired, sick of the circus life
Here day-dreaming of a waitress as the perfect wife
Utterly inappropriate, taken out of context
Degenerate nervousness, developing a complex
No good with money, left-overs in a bitch bag
Fryin` pan soul and a face like a dishrag
A million old movies, I figured I`d tell
Childhood memories triggered by smell

So now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play

All the wrong reasons, just another skull to crack
Askin` the dust, I`m stuck in a cul-de-sac
And it may sound silly but to me the threat is very real
So that`s why I sing love songs and carry steel
Women and warfare, roaches and roadkills
No easy answers, no deadlines and no frills
Catchin` your drift, receivin` the warning
Packin` my things, I live in the morning
I drive all night, gone to see my friend
One day this highway will be my end
Now the hills are alive and the motor is dead
That man has a zero floating over his head
I follow my instincts, sometimes follow dogs
Drink muddy water,sleep inside hollow logs

So now what, you may ask, well that`s hard to say
Because that old jack of diamonds is a tough card to play