Shoe String

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 --- Shoe String - Shooter Jennings and Yelawolf