Cory Chisel And The Wandering Sons

I been feelin like my old self again because momma didnt raise me to be no christian and i been drinkin to my own health again well raise another glass for the unforgiven I been livin in a motel of sin but i wouldnt trade my life for the one you were

Potpourri of uselessness Sit with much pain as I watch a summer go by With the boredom of watching paint dry Why this time? Gone away, nothing good can ever stay Basic freedom, cigarettes and free pornography It always takes so much longer to find ou

But if this world could be fair Don't you my heart know my heart My heart would be there And if you could seal the stone Honey keep your head know But keep my fire at home But if you stay close to me Sing me your sweet song Spare me your sympathy And