The End Songtext
von Adam Holt & The Blues Congregation

My baby′s at home lying on the floor
Wondering when I'm gonna open the door
Bringing that money in my hand
That money I made playing for the man

I′m tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
I'm tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end

I'm driving that road at 3 a.m.
That lonesome road will never end
Im tryina get home quick as i can
I gotta be up at 6 a.m.

I′m tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
I′m tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
The end


I gotta keep moving throughout the night
'Cause it′s hot on stage, and cold at night
My heater dont work, forget my stove
The Repo man come and took my coal

I'm tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
Well, I′m tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
The end

Make that money to pay the man
I'm feeding my baby as best I can

Im tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
Im tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
Well, I′m tryna make a dollar
Or soon it will follow, the end
The end