On the Ropes
Well, I was standing there in the checkout line
Hoping my card would go through just one more time
Thinking about those CEO's all back at home
Dressed up in their Armani suits
Acting like those things make them bulletproof
But I got a 30-06 and I ain't got a lot to lose
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
It's hand to mouth for the boots on the ground
I was just a kid, but I'm fucked up now
Oh, what I could've been
I'm not between jobs, no I'm not
I'm just in between paychecks all the damn time
Oh, I'm on the ropes again
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
Well, I got a buddy, said he's got a way to make a little dough
He crawls under those rich folks' cars
He cuts those cats right out and sells them by the pound
Well, I ain't got the stomach much for getting caught
Plus, they know me by my name at the local pawn shop
So, I'll nurse this 6 pack my old Browning bought
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
Hoping my card would go through just one more time
Thinking about those CEO's all back at home
Dressed up in their Armani suits
Acting like those things make them bulletproof
But I got a 30-06 and I ain't got a lot to lose
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
It's hand to mouth for the boots on the ground
I was just a kid, but I'm fucked up now
Oh, what I could've been
I'm not between jobs, no I'm not
I'm just in between paychecks all the damn time
Oh, I'm on the ropes again
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
Well, I got a buddy, said he's got a way to make a little dough
He crawls under those rich folks' cars
He cuts those cats right out and sells them by the pound
Well, I ain't got the stomach much for getting caught
Plus, they know me by my name at the local pawn shop
So, I'll nurse this 6 pack my old Browning bought
I done my best to make my old man proud
30 years I burned my soul right out
Oh Lord, if you can hear me now
I'll take a break
That doesn't end in down
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Writer(s): Grant Glad
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