Living, Dying, Giving It Away
The last time I saw her was a couple years back
Two years shy of a heart attack
Her mind was going and his was long gone
Just like the money set aside for the home
Just like the money set aside for the home
They gave it to a man who called 'em one day
He said "You won the Mega Millions, but you've got to act today.
I just need some info so I can transfer the funds..."
Nobody gets rich off a random phone call
Nobody got rich off a random phone call
Our days are numbered
But we never stop to count
We just keep on burnin' 'em
Until the tank runs out
But what's the point in counting
When you ain't promised a goddamn thing
Except living and dying and giving it away
Living and dying and giving it away
Paw Paw thinks he's living back in Arkansas
Forty years younger and still wrenching on cars
Well we don't think he'd be violent but I'd hate to be wrong
So I snuck his .38 into the pocket of my coat
.38 sitting in the pocket of my coat
Our days are numbered
But we never stop to count
We just keep on burnin' 'em
Until the tank runs out
But what's the point in counting
When you ain't promised a goddamn thing
Except living and dying and giving it away
Living and dying and giving it away
I'd love to take that pistol and find the man who called
Press that steel into his temple and send him on home
Let him cry for his mama, but what good would it do?
I'd sure like to know, just between me and you
Two years shy of a heart attack
Her mind was going and his was long gone
Just like the money set aside for the home
Just like the money set aside for the home
They gave it to a man who called 'em one day
He said "You won the Mega Millions, but you've got to act today.
I just need some info so I can transfer the funds..."
Nobody gets rich off a random phone call
Nobody got rich off a random phone call
Our days are numbered
But we never stop to count
We just keep on burnin' 'em
Until the tank runs out
But what's the point in counting
When you ain't promised a goddamn thing
Except living and dying and giving it away
Living and dying and giving it away
Paw Paw thinks he's living back in Arkansas
Forty years younger and still wrenching on cars
Well we don't think he'd be violent but I'd hate to be wrong
So I snuck his .38 into the pocket of my coat
.38 sitting in the pocket of my coat
Our days are numbered
But we never stop to count
We just keep on burnin' 'em
Until the tank runs out
But what's the point in counting
When you ain't promised a goddamn thing
Except living and dying and giving it away
Living and dying and giving it away
I'd love to take that pistol and find the man who called
Press that steel into his temple and send him on home
Let him cry for his mama, but what good would it do?
I'd sure like to know, just between me and you
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Writer(s): Rob Motes
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