Shoe String (feat. Shooter Jennings)

That's so rock and roll she said

A rollin' stone

A tumblin' boulder

I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder

The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers

And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines

Read her a line from poem that's partly defined, rhymes

From the swamp where nothing grows

She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road

I set her straight with a letter wait let her meditate

I poured the whiskey into the glass let her wait

She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue

Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude

Maybe brunette maybe we got cooked Le Creuset then maybe you let

Maybe you gave but I never took

Turn the page I wrote the book

28 days in a tour bus purgatory

28 minutes in a hotel tour glory

Checked out end the lease

Took a last look at the lady in the sheets twin peaks

But I mounted up the mountainous terrain

Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame

Hold up

Good night now that's alright

Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight

And my memories are violent

But if I had a dollar to go back I wouldn't buy it

But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well

Spent the other ten bucks on a box of zinfandels and OJ

Hair of the dog tattered and beat scary and flawed

Sidewalk under my boots I bury my claws

Told my momma prepare me a cross

Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss

With no umbrella in the London rain

Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane

Through a tunnel under moving trains

Though I'm a hunter I still prey

The rule of gain

My third eye is the tool of aim

Manifestation is the coolest thing

Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost

And I made bus call by a shoe string

Shoe string