World Gone Dry
I've been
Slinging oil down in old Bonds Creek
Freezing blue for the city I seek
Living quiet, begging on my knees
For a chance they'll take on me
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
I've been
Writing lyrics 'bout Jesus and crime
Thanking God for giving me the time
Praying hard for one more rhyme
To end this toil of mine
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
I've been
Saving money for the road down south
Walking funny cause I'm learning how
The southern honeys like to get around
These boots need stretching out
I've been
Building bridges to old Tennessee
Tired silly from the living I dream
Turning corners when they don't believe
That the Lord's gone carry me
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
Oooooh
Folks ask me why
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
If I die broke, at least I know
I bore this pain for my own name
Not some black suit for petty change
I paved this road, I walked my way
I've been
Slinging oil down in old Bonds Creek
Freezing blue for the city I seek
Living quiet, begging on my knees
For a chance they'll take on me
Slinging oil down in old Bonds Creek
Freezing blue for the city I seek
Living quiet, begging on my knees
For a chance they'll take on me
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
I've been
Writing lyrics 'bout Jesus and crime
Thanking God for giving me the time
Praying hard for one more rhyme
To end this toil of mine
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
I've been
Saving money for the road down south
Walking funny cause I'm learning how
The southern honeys like to get around
These boots need stretching out
I've been
Building bridges to old Tennessee
Tired silly from the living I dream
Turning corners when they don't believe
That the Lord's gone carry me
Oooooh
Weeks pass me by
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
Oooooh
Folks ask me why
Oooooh
This world's gone dry
If I die broke, at least I know
I bore this pain for my own name
Not some black suit for petty change
I paved this road, I walked my way
I've been
Slinging oil down in old Bonds Creek
Freezing blue for the city I seek
Living quiet, begging on my knees
For a chance they'll take on me
Credits
Writer(s): Caleb Kuffner
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