Short Rope

Wakin’ to the silence of the mornin’
Reachin’ for a song to start the day
Disregard the surgeon general’s warnin’
Gonna’ die of somethin’ anyway
Peekin’ out the window
At the comin’ of the dawn
Sifting through some mem’ries
I thought were dead and gone
Tired of people tellin’ me
What they think’s right and wrong
I’ve been…
Hangin’ on a short rope too long

Shuffle outta bed into the kitchen
Wipe away the evenin’ from my eye
Cut my finger - do the stichin’
What’s it gonna’ help me if I cry
Grab a cup of coffee
And  I turn the TV on
A politician’s tellin’ lies
And a preacher’s singin’ songs
Should get goin’, but
My mind’s already gone
I’ve been…
Hangin’ on a short rope too long

Need a rainbow to lift my spirit
Nothin’ but a dark December sky
Grab a bottle; don’t wanna’ hear it
Call the boss and tell a lie.
Trade a little silver
for a half an ounce of gold
Spring is on the way,
but I think it’s gonna’ snow
Heard my momma say,
“Gonna’ ketch your death o’ cold”
I’ve been…
Hangin’ on a short rope too long

Deafened by the silence of the ev’nin’
Strum a little tune to end the day
Wash away the mem’ries I’ve been seein’
Dreams’ll have to wait another day
Stumble to the bedroom,
but the sheets have gotten cold
Pull the curtain down
On the window to my soul
It’s a brave new world out there,
but I feel so fuckin’ old
I’ve been...
Hangin’ on a short rope too long