Merle

There’s few thing I really understand

But getting drunk and traveling around

In an old van

Don’t stop

Cause it don’t sound so bad now

I can’t ever seem to draw a line

So pick me up and let’s drive south

It’ll be so fine to know

What goes

On inside your head

But I’m on the coast now

No chance of survival

With you

One hand on the Bible

Dead on arrival

Blood is dripping from my hand

But nothing ever turns out right

In a bar band

Don’t stop

Take what you have and go

You see it’s easy

To take this pain away

But I can’t stand up no more

And I know one day you’ll pay

For what you’re looking for