Some Days

I'm getting pretty tired of the state things are in
Sometimes I feel like cutting a vein, just watching it bleed
I'm tired of laying it down, getting nothing on the other end
And people only wanting to be your friend, when you got something they need

Well now, some days, you kill it
And some days, you just choke
Some days, you just blast off
And some days, you just smoke
Well now, maybe I do, and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there
But in the end, ya'll know they won't

Well, I'm getting pretty tired of being treated like competition
When the only one that can hold me down, is inside my head
What's a honky gotta do around here to get a little recognition
Start to think I might be worth more to everybody if I was dead

Well now, some days, you kill it
And some days, you just choke
Some days, you just blast off
And some days, you just smoke
Well now, maybe I do, and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there
But in the end, ya'll know they won't

I'm getting pretty tired, sitting around and wasting time
I'm tired of taking blame, when I ain't done nothing wrong
I'm tired of other people, trying to take what's mine
And I'm tired of y'all playing dress up and trying to sing them old country songs

Oh, well now, some days, you kill it
And some days, you just choke
Some days, you just blast off
And some days, you just smoke
Well now, maybe I do, and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there
But in the end, ya'll know they won't

Oh, well now, maybe I do, and maybe I don't
Everybody says they'll be there
But in the end, ya'll know they won't



Credits
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson
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