Backpack-N-Eldorado Songtext
von Brooks Buford

18, Ruined Alabama, a wire rode in a camper
Son of a sad mom and a genius with bad grammar
Moved to Atlanta, driving down Buford in a Pontiac
Pops was all that, sat me off in the back
With Jim and Jack, knew I′d grow up to be him
By the time I was twelve, drinking vodka and gin
Throwing rocks on the interstate, thinking it all was great
When I finally met that white girl, things started to break

Darkness, mayhem, I start to swaying
Four days up and I start decaying
Filthy, stinking, drinking, invading
Homes, looking for what, I'm fading

High poison arrow
With a backpack and an El Dorado
High poison arrow
And you better look up ′cause you know that I'm coming down


Got out of rehab in the spring, started doing my thing
Had been to hell twice and I was only seventeen
Managed to stay sober, hustle and get over
Fell in love, got played hard, got bowled over
Had to start taking meds, something wrong with my head
Turning into my mama, laying off in the bed
A six-year time lapse, good times and raps
Got me a new girl and headed for relapse

Darkness, mayhem, I start to swaying
Four days up and I start decaying
Filthy, stinking, drinking, invading
Homes, looking for what, I'm fading

My stinking thinking on the breaking and drinking
You wanna argue and bicker, you might
As well put my mouth to the liquor
You want it, let′s start it, you want psychotic, you got it
You be neurotic, to hell with logic, I′ll show you idiotic

High poison arrow
With a backpack and an El Dorado
High poison arrow
And you better look up 'cause you know that I′m coming down


I grabbed the keys up off the table, told my girl another fable
Said I'll be right back, sugar
Jumped in the ride and called the dealer
′Cause ain't nobody realer when you need that sack, cracker
Give me four of the good stuff and free my soul
Give me three of the bad, I′ll put the rest in my bowl
If I'm lying or flying, get busy living, no busy dying
I'm dizzy from Carolina to Georgia, the sun shining

Back in the hospital, raining May
Don′t worry about me, I′ll be okay
Same old song, different day
Why do I even try?
Another twenty-eight days, I'll be gone away
Don′t worry about me, I'll be okay
Same old song, different day
Tell mama not to cry
Mainline the sky, gone

High poison arrow
With a backpack and an El Dorado
High poison arrow
And you better look up ′cause you know that I'm coming down

You think I wanna be domesticated, what am I, a cat?
Think that maybe you could just take a couple of seconds off my back
You got me screaming, crying, can′t you see that I'm trying?
Real hard not to get high, what, you want me to die?
High poison arrow
And you better look up 'cause you know that I′m coming down