Brent Rollins

Brent Rollins lives in a gas station out on a highway north of Nacogdoches

And he fries fish when the place gets crowded

Pumps the gas, makes sure their tires are rounded

Keeps his money in an old beer glass

Sweeps the floors in the shed out back

Smells like grease when the day is done

But he was someone's lover and someone's son

And you picked me up when I was fallen

I'm looking for Brent Rollins

Sometimes at night when I'm saying my prayers

Brent Rollins comes to me out of thin air

And I wonder what he's doing

livin' out there in that old gas station

And why he doesn't just take his money

And go live down in Honduras and go fishin

But that's just me, maybe you're alright

and you're lyin'in someone's arms tonight

And you're well when the day is done

I hope you're someone's lover and someone's son

And you picked me up when I was fallen

I'm looking for Brent Rollins

Well I was sitting here all morning with the bills piling up

It's hard to smile when you best ain't good enough

There's no pearls lying around

But he takes his hard earned money

And he sends it down to me

And I was wondering if that sounds familiar to you

Sometime simple, just a little bit of truth

Twenty dollars ain't much to some

But it was more than a miracle when I needed one

Cause you picked me up when I was fallen

And I'm looking for Brent Rollins

I just came to say that I was fallen

And you picked me up Brent Rollins