In This Town
I can be grateful and still want more
I might be crazy, I can't be sure
Bad luck seems contagious these days
He's never worked hard, that's why he acts that way
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
He likes to talk, so I usually let him speak
I might be quiet, but I've never been weak
Good luck is rare, you gotta ride it out
It's a pretty good start, being born in the South
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
I don't do cold, but I can dress real warm
Never seen a cowboy or worked on a farm
All out of luck, all out of weed
Shouldn't have a problem, pissing clean
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
I need money for the bus, money for my drugs
Mama's been gone, daddy didn't know who I was
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
In this town, in this town There's a darkness coming down
In this town, in this town
I might be crazy, I can't be sure
Bad luck seems contagious these days
He's never worked hard, that's why he acts that way
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
He likes to talk, so I usually let him speak
I might be quiet, but I've never been weak
Good luck is rare, you gotta ride it out
It's a pretty good start, being born in the South
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
I don't do cold, but I can dress real warm
Never seen a cowboy or worked on a farm
All out of luck, all out of weed
Shouldn't have a problem, pissing clean
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick
Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
I need money for the bus, money for my drugs
Mama's been gone, daddy didn't know who I was
Nothing from nothing leaves nothing
Trust in, trust in something
There's a darkness coming down, the air is thick Try not to make a sound, there's nothing for you here
In this town, in this town There's a darkness coming down
In this town, in this town
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Writer(s): A. Carr Iii
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