Thrown To The Wolves

v1.

Headed down the road to North Carolina

Leave your troubles behind

And smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em

Left my ol’ lady cryin’ on the front porch

Sayin’, “Baby don’t come back no more.”

 

v2.

South bound now, sunshine square down on my shoulders

Southern bells on my mind;

Heard about them southern manners

And them good ol’ boys in lifted pickem up trucks

Hell this could be a rowdy good time

 

chorus

Said, “Ain’t got no time for no troubles.

Just keep that bullshit

Straight to yourself

Cuz’ it’s high time, we get high tonight

With a head full of smoke and our eyes whiskey bright.”

 

-Intrumental-

 

chorus

Said, “Ain’t got no time for no troubles.

Just keep that bullshit

Straight to yourself

Cuz’ it’s high time, we get high tonight

With a head full of smoke and our eyes whiskey bright.”

 

v3.

Headed down the road to North Carolina

Leave your troubles behind

And smoke ‘em if ya got ‘em

Left my ol’ lady cryin’ on the front porch

Sayin’, “Baby don’t come back no more.”

 

v4.

Just ‘bout now some folks start actin’ indignant

Found some good ol’ boys

Don’t like it if you’re different

He said, “Don’t you smile at my pretty southern belle,

Or my lifted pickem up will run you down.”

 

chrous

I said, “Ain’t got no time for no troubles

Just keep that bullshit

Straight to your god damned self

Cuz it’s high time, we get high tonight

With a head full of smoke and our eyes whiskey bright.”