The Lost Trailers - Why Me lyrics
[The Lost Trailers - Why Me lyrics]
Sometimes I go walking through
The long tall grass
Wonder how long hard times will last
For this backward soul on a
Road that god knows where
As hard as I try ain't left no track
It's not enough to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken
Glass and just lay there
Singing why me, oh why me
And I throw another empty bottle
Up against the wall
And I say why me, oh why me
But pitty never ever did me
Any kinda good at all so I walk on
And I wound up on the capital steps
Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in
The country club blues
And who got who by the short hairs
Standing there in their high dollar suit's
Looking down at my tattered
Old jeans and boots
And this weathered guitar that seems
To follow me everywhere
God it follows me everywhere
Playing why me, oh why me
All I got's another song about how
Money makes and breaks the law
And I sing why me, oh why me
I'm just a broke troubadore with
A bark for the underdog so I walk on
Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate
To a man looking death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a
Plea in the garden of gethsemane
To his holy father he raised his eyes
In his darkest hours he cried
Please would you take this cup from me
Praying why me, oh why me
Knowing all the while he had to
Carry that cross and hang there
When I say why me, oh me
I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a
Big old book with my name there
So I walk on, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me
The long tall grass
Wonder how long hard times will last
For this backward soul on a
Road that god knows where
As hard as I try ain't left no track
It's not enough to find my way back
I hit the ground like broken
Glass and just lay there
Singing why me, oh why me
And I throw another empty bottle
Up against the wall
And I say why me, oh why me
But pitty never ever did me
Any kinda good at all so I walk on
And I wound up on the capital steps
Watching the lobbyists smoking cigarettes
And bury their shoes in
The country club blues
And who got who by the short hairs
Standing there in their high dollar suit's
Looking down at my tattered
Old jeans and boots
And this weathered guitar that seems
To follow me everywhere
God it follows me everywhere
Playing why me, oh why me
All I got's another song about how
Money makes and breaks the law
And I sing why me, oh why me
I'm just a broke troubadore with
A bark for the underdog so I walk on
Now I ain't Jesus, but I can relate
To a man looking death square in the face
Even he hit his knees with a
Plea in the garden of gethsemane
To his holy father he raised his eyes
In his darkest hours he cried
Please would you take this cup from me
Praying why me, oh why me
Knowing all the while he had to
Carry that cross and hang there
When I say why me, oh me
I know that somewhere up in heaven there's a
Big old book with my name there
So I walk on, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me, I rock on
Even when I'm singing, why me