The Taxpayers - Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights lyrics
[The Taxpayers - Louisiana Hot Sauce Rainy Nights lyrics]
Been a long, long time
I have been playing things through in my mind
Prison equals narrative
But separation is damnation for our kind
You spent years chasing after a mess
But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent
So put stakes in words and wastelands
Leave the machinery for the rest
It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
Bottles on the ground in a desolate place
Baby, I must have missed you
But I can't remember feeling all that sad
I must have hit every bar in that town
I must have made a damn fool of myself
I woke up more than once
On the sidewalk that year
But it's not crazy to gamble all
Those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just
Start walking until the sun comes up
Got miles to go, still miles to get there
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it
But I am not an unconditional believer
I got more pockets than pennies these days
And I keep coming up with
Reasons to leave this place
It's like honey spilled on the table:
An invitation for another pest
But I got more space to fill
A few more breaths to breathe in
Something other than more time to sleep
But it's not crazy to gamble all
Those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just
Start walking until the sun comes up
Got miles to go, still miles to get there
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it
But I am not an unconditional believer
I have been playing things through in my mind
Prison equals narrative
But separation is damnation for our kind
You spent years chasing after a mess
But easy livin' doesn't pay the rent
So put stakes in words and wastelands
Leave the machinery for the rest
It was a smoke-filled room in Columbus in May
Bottles on the ground in a desolate place
Baby, I must have missed you
But I can't remember feeling all that sad
I must have hit every bar in that town
I must have made a damn fool of myself
I woke up more than once
On the sidewalk that year
But it's not crazy to gamble all
Those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just
Start walking until the sun comes up
Got miles to go, still miles to get there
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it
But I am not an unconditional believer
I got more pockets than pennies these days
And I keep coming up with
Reasons to leave this place
It's like honey spilled on the table:
An invitation for another pest
But I got more space to fill
A few more breaths to breathe in
Something other than more time to sleep
But it's not crazy to gamble all
Those Louisiana Hot Sauce rainy nights
It's not crazy to get your shoes and just
Start walking until the sun comes up
Got miles to go, still miles to get there
Maybe it'll be this car that makes it
But I am not an unconditional believer