While The World Goes Down The Drain Lyrics

Some kids grow up on mean streets Dealing with the crypts and bloods But me, I was born on a back road In a 4x4 rollin' through the mud
The street kid deals with the dealer And he's always watchin' his back Me, I'm a watchin' a line with the woman of mine Down by the creek bank shack
Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountain side Where the bear and the deer reside
I'll spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain
Just to dwell on life in the city Is makin' my blood run cold 'Cause miles and miles of concrete Eats away at the human soul
But when you live and you die in the country There's little that your heart could mourn With your hands in the dirt And a little work you can weather out any storm
Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountain side Where the bear and the deer reside
I spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain
Give me a .308 and a shotgun And a gallon of homemade wine Drop me off on a mountain side Where the bear and the deer reside
I spend my nights sittin' 'round the fire Makin' this guitar ring I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain
I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines While the world goes down the drain C'mon!