Rough Side Songtext
von Michael O'Connor

Gonna get my news from a bottle
Spill it on a concrete floor
Should be old enough to know better
I beat a path to the jailhouse door
When I spied Lucky Pete
Slippin′ out with Ruby Jane
Left me leanin' hard into the night
Blood in my knuckles where I carved her name

I used to be an able-bodied man
Whistlin′ to Charlie Pride
While my pay slid through my hands
Cuttin' time on the old rough side
Makin' time on the old rough side


Never played that straight and narrow
I never laid that party down
Burn it up like a flamin′ arrow
Buyin′ every other round
Now 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
Whistlin' to Charlie Pride
While my pay slid through my hands
Cuttin′ time on the old rough side
I used to be an able-bodied man
Whistlin' to Charlie Pride
Oh my pay slidin′ through my hands
Cuttin' time on the old rough side
Makin′ time on the old rough side