Eleanor
I'm mad as hell again
One of my spells again
Bout time for all of them to ask me if I'm well again
Don't wake me up, my love
Them folks'll suck it up
They'll find another man to give a damn about loading trucks
I hate to be like that
Mondays just beat my ass
I'd muster up a fuss and say how could I not fight back
When I get out of bed
If I don't feel half dead
I'm gonna ride the lines to pass the time that I got left
Call me what you want
But don't call me no matter what it's for
I hate to say it
But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more
I may be going crazy
Take your baby to the liquor store
Just grab the water bottle
Pour it all into it, Eleanor
I must have blown a fuse
Seems that's what old trucks do
I'd pop the hood and check
Maybe wreck and make the news
My momma said one day
That they'd all know my name
Guess she forgot to mention how I'd get this hometown fame
I guess you can't predict
A train that you'd might hit
And if you could I guess it wouldn't really change one thing
I found a cigarette just lying on my chest
I don't remember sparking or the scar it must have left
Call me what you want
But don't call me no matter what it's for
I hate to say it
But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more
I may be going crazy
Take your baby to the liquor store
Just grab the water bottle
Pour it all to it, Eleanor
One of my spells again
Bout time for all of them to ask me if I'm well again
Don't wake me up, my love
Them folks'll suck it up
They'll find another man to give a damn about loading trucks
I hate to be like that
Mondays just beat my ass
I'd muster up a fuss and say how could I not fight back
When I get out of bed
If I don't feel half dead
I'm gonna ride the lines to pass the time that I got left
Call me what you want
But don't call me no matter what it's for
I hate to say it
But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more
I may be going crazy
Take your baby to the liquor store
Just grab the water bottle
Pour it all into it, Eleanor
I must have blown a fuse
Seems that's what old trucks do
I'd pop the hood and check
Maybe wreck and make the news
My momma said one day
That they'd all know my name
Guess she forgot to mention how I'd get this hometown fame
I guess you can't predict
A train that you'd might hit
And if you could I guess it wouldn't really change one thing
I found a cigarette just lying on my chest
I don't remember sparking or the scar it must have left
Call me what you want
But don't call me no matter what it's for
I hate to say it
But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more
I may be going crazy
Take your baby to the liquor store
Just grab the water bottle
Pour it all to it, Eleanor
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Writer(s): Levi Turner
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