Worn

Hes got a fixed rate morgtage for his house in the hills,
He doesnt have a dollar to pay his bills,
He cooks up meth in the back of his shack,
Hes gonna leave sometime and never come back.

Hes beat worn battered to the bone,
All he cares about is getting stoned,
Steve earle is playin on his radio,
While hes banging his head to copperhead road.

Hes never gonna make it in this world called life,
He has three kids and three ex wives,
He lives his life everyday by the drop,
He might live a little longer if he would just stop.

This time hes gonna waste it away,
Not gonna get a chance to see another day,
Hes got that barrel pointed to the middle of his head,
Hes gonna pull the trigger and whind up dead.
Hes still banging his head to copperhead road