Stone again in Bridge Creek, every Friday the same
Hidden under the bleachers, sinking deep in my shame
Time is standing still in a one-horse town
And you pound for the bottom when you’re this so far down
Eighteen and lost in a place I grew up
Used to dream of breaking Brady County plans
They tell how, man, the acting, the things
They’ll have killed for this I can’t buy a drink
from the to the I was in a twister
the I lay, in the I’ll do
what my daddy get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again
High school was easy, at Nate’s
cares about when you can’t win the game?
We for stacking day
people to buy and working fake
from the to the I was in a twister
the I lay, in the I’ll do
what my daddy get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again
from the to the I was in black gold
the I lay, in the I’ll do
what my daddy get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again
Getting in Bridge Creek again and again
