Fuck This Shit
It's getting hard
Nothing's easy anymore
Not getting far
And I feel it in my core
That something's wrong
Paying bills isn't for me
And I'm running around
Trying to find ways to be free
And give me hope
That there's more for us in this life than paying bills
And working 9:00 to 5:00 at a job I hate
With people I don't know
And more than this
I know it's time for me to go
I'm so tired of the games I'm not playing anymore
Nature's calling and I'm running out the door
So fuck this shit
I'm gonna go where nothing can bother me
I know the whiskey will be flowing free
I'm gonna go and I know the stars will be shining on me
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Feeling down
Down and out the story of my life
I'll be around
On the corner of not caring anymore
Living is a chore
And every day's a bitch
So I'm headed to the sticks
Grab my guitar. In the woods I'm throwing axes
It's better than slaving away to pay taxes
Everyone they know where they can find me
Under the stars, where I am free
I'm so tired of the games I'm not playing anymore
Nature's calling and I'm running out the door
So fuck this shit
I'm gonna go where nothing can bother me
I know the whiskey will be flowing free
I'm gonna go and I know the stars will be shining on me
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Fuck this shit
Nothing's easy anymore
Not getting far
And I feel it in my core
That something's wrong
Paying bills isn't for me
And I'm running around
Trying to find ways to be free
And give me hope
That there's more for us in this life than paying bills
And working 9:00 to 5:00 at a job I hate
With people I don't know
And more than this
I know it's time for me to go
I'm so tired of the games I'm not playing anymore
Nature's calling and I'm running out the door
So fuck this shit
I'm gonna go where nothing can bother me
I know the whiskey will be flowing free
I'm gonna go and I know the stars will be shining on me
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Feeling down
Down and out the story of my life
I'll be around
On the corner of not caring anymore
Living is a chore
And every day's a bitch
So I'm headed to the sticks
Grab my guitar. In the woods I'm throwing axes
It's better than slaving away to pay taxes
Everyone they know where they can find me
Under the stars, where I am free
I'm so tired of the games I'm not playing anymore
Nature's calling and I'm running out the door
So fuck this shit
I'm gonna go where nothing can bother me
I know the whiskey will be flowing free
I'm gonna go and I know the stars will be shining on me
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Whoa! Come on, come on, take my hand
Whoa! Don't you know where I stand
Fuck this shit
Credits
Writer(s): Buck Reist
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