Sober
I've been turning wrenches
And mending fences on a farm in this nowhere Georgia town
$12.25 an hour it ain't much but it's enough to turn things around
I mow Mrs. Johnson's yard when the grass gets high
And I make every meeting every Tuesday night
But I long for a sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
I got an old blue fixer up that barely runs and a brand new Texaco card
Little white house outside of town and the fellowship of faith ain't all that far
Sometimes I volunteer at the mission on 4th
And sometimes I park and sit and stare at the liquor store
Cause I long for that sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
I know what it is
What it cost
What I had
What I lost
But I still long for a sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
And mending fences on a farm in this nowhere Georgia town
$12.25 an hour it ain't much but it's enough to turn things around
I mow Mrs. Johnson's yard when the grass gets high
And I make every meeting every Tuesday night
But I long for a sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
I got an old blue fixer up that barely runs and a brand new Texaco card
Little white house outside of town and the fellowship of faith ain't all that far
Sometimes I volunteer at the mission on 4th
And sometimes I park and sit and stare at the liquor store
Cause I long for that sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
I know what it is
What it cost
What I had
What I lost
But I still long for a sweet release
And I can almost taste the whisky
I wanna crawl back in that hole again
Let that dark smoke clear my head
And feel what it feels like to forget
It'll be a year come October
That's you've been gone and I'm been sober
Credits
Writer(s): Jon Clifton Mabe, Kris Hitchcock, Lance Lee Carpenter
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