Three Matches
Don't want to learn my lesson
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
Yesterday morning this was a great idea, because who doesn't want to shed it all?
But as the sun rolls down, I have my regrets
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
When the day began it was all so easy
I bought a ticket for the greyhound and ended up in Grande Prairie
Pulled my hat down over my eyes, wait and see what's next
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Don't want to learn my lesson
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
Mother moon, sail so high. Can we make peace, and will you be my guide?
When my head falls down to rest
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
We all must lie in the bed we we've made, and this old highway will know my name
Tap the plastic, get a key and then undress
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Me and a mattress and a night I'd soon forget
Don't want to learn my lesson
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
Yesterday morning this was a great idea, because who doesn't want to shed it all?
But as the sun rolls down, I have my regrets
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
When the day began it was all so easy
I bought a ticket for the greyhound and ended up in Grande Prairie
Pulled my hat down over my eyes, wait and see what's next
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Don't want to learn my lesson
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
Mother moon, sail so high. Can we make peace, and will you be my guide?
When my head falls down to rest
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
We all must lie in the bed we we've made, and this old highway will know my name
Tap the plastic, get a key and then undress
Me and three matches and a dozen cigarettes
Me and a mattress and a night I'd soon forget
Don't want to learn my lesson
Can't seem to pay attention
Standing at the meeting of two roads
Got gravel in my boots, rub salt into my wounds, and it's still sixteen clicks to Okotoks
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Writer(s): Mike Shaver
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