| "Anymore" | |
| Mama was a ball buster daddy was a crop duster Sista hopped a train lookin fo 'er lackluster last time she saw it it was fadin in the rain I'm a six string hack walkin a rail road track One stroke closer to a heart attack Anymore these days are strange Anymore i'm not sure what im doin or why im here for Feelin like n old soul beat down like a hobo Toolin a long tryin to make it through tomorrow Reelin from the years in the cold Havin lots of fun head toward the sun I ain't foolin no one cryin through the sorrow Healin takes time n it's slow Anymore i'm not sure what im doin or why im here for Anymore i'm not sure what im doin or why im here for Anymore i'm not sure what im doin or why im here for hey i don't know anymore ©2001. RC Andrews | |