Watered Down Songtext
von Preacher Boy

Trace my line back to Wichita
I′m the ramblin'est man that you ever saw
I′m the kind that moss never grows on
I sleep with my clothes on
My shadow and me, you can't jump us
Them two lanes tied like string on a mandolin
Feel like reins and a bridle on my face again
I'm the kind that moss never grows on
I sleep with my clothes on
Got a birthmark on my neck shaped like a compass


Well, I get up in the morning with my mind three different ways
Got two sets go, but only one set stay
Got my travelin′ boots on and I′m gone
I couldn't go no quicker
Got as much use for you as I do for watered-down liquor

There ain′t never been no graveyard for my kinfolk
'Cause the ones they leave behind always been broke
Even death, the road just goes on
For the ones that no moss grows on
From where you pick us up to where you dump us

Well, I get up in the morning with my mind three different ways
I got two sets go, but only one set stay
Got my travelin′ boots on and I'm gone
Man, I couldn′t go no quicker
Got as much use for you as I do for watered-down liquor

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