We were three days out of Denver when the wheels fell off / Park City, barking at the morning moon / Down and out on a ten day drought when the wild man popped one off / And we been bellied up at the bar since noon / Now Katie's cryin’ on the phone because she needs my help / But I’m too tired to talk and too stoned to move / So pass me the bag and I’ll reinvent myself / On the mirror backstage in the dressing room / You won’t see me no you’ll never see me / I’m already gone / I been rollin’ down this road so long / Well you can only crash in so many places / Before you start to feel like flyin’ home / In a crowd surrounded by so many friendly faces / But you never felt so all alone / Now Katie two times on the corner tryin’ to get picked up / She lookin’ more than just alright for the shape she’s in / The kids have been out all night long just tryin’ to get fucked up / Somebody let those lined up losers in

Lyrics and Music: A-ron / Lead Vocals, Mandolin, Acoustic Guitar: A-ron / Slide Guitar, Backing Vocals: Chris Mulé / Bass: Sam Price / Drums: Garland Paul / Piano: Chris Burns / Saxophone: Snakebite Jenkins

Released on Honey Island Swamp Band, © 2006 underwateraudio