Rough Side Songtext
von Adam Carroll

Gonna get my news from a bottle
Spill it on a concrete floor
Should be old enough to know better
Beat a path to the jailhouse door
When I spied Lucky Pete
Slipping out with Ruby Jane
Left me leaning hard into the night
Bloody my knuckles where I carved her name

I used to be an able-bodied man
Whistling to Charlie Pride
How my pay slipped through my hand
Cutting time on the old rough side
Making time on the old rough side


Never played that straight and narrow
Never laid that party down
Burned it up like a flaming arrow
Buying every other round
But how the voices and the laughter
In my ears I can hear them ring
With my head laid out on the courthouse lawn
Not a penny to my name

I used to be an able-bodied man
Whistling to Charlie Pride
How my pay slipped through my hand
Cutting time on the old rough side
I used to be an able-bodied man
Whistling to Charlie Pride
How my pay slipped through my hand
Cutting time on the old rough side
Making time on the old rough side