Little More Money
Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cup
I sell 'em on the corner to folks who shoot 'em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
Yeah, my daddy was a chicken shit, common thief
But I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
Sometimes I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my skies
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
These days, it seems I might be losing my mind
Does the Man upstairs, he even care to throw me a line?
It's not too far gone to hold on to the light
Like it's your last fight and you're barely alive
You do what you can to survive
I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
It'll bog you down, and you can never leave
'Least not in Alabama where they'll bury me
Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
I sell 'em on the corner to folks who shoot 'em up
Been the man of the house since I was just 13
Yeah, my daddy was a chicken shit, common thief
But I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
Sometimes I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my skies
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
These days, it seems I might be losing my mind
Does the Man upstairs, he even care to throw me a line?
It's not too far gone to hold on to the light
Like it's your last fight and you're barely alive
You do what you can to survive
I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
It'll bog you down, and you can never leave
'Least not in Alabama where they'll bury me
Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
Help me off of this ledge I'm on
And I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
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Writer(s): Cody Bryan Cannon
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