Aces and Eights

Driving through this forgotten town, tired as hell and nowhere bound

River carved in the side of the hill, water treatment plant and a paper mill

Smokestack shooting up towards the sky, clouds of white drift far and high

Looking out on an empty shell, was a hard-working town but it's tough to tell

All I see is for lease signs, taped to the windows no drapes or blinds

They don't build much here anymore, except for Dollar General or a chain drugstore

Nothing but Aces & Eights up my sleeve, I can't seem to find reprieve

I see buzzards overhead, circling around just wishing I was dead

More to the story than what you see, Appalachian Roxie down on my knees

Under the weeping willow by that ‘ole dry creek

Off the job since I got hurt, ain't no worker's comp with your hands in the dirt

Just a two-bedroom shotgun shack, but I called it a home 'til the bank took it back

No more aches and pains but I'm short of breath, tell the grim reaper I ain't afraid of death

By the gallows tree I stagger and sway, under the weeping willow I fade away

Nothing but Aces & Eights up my sleeve, I can't seem to find reprieve

I see buzzards overhead, circling around just wishing I was dead

More to the story than what you see, Appalachian Roxie down on my knees

Under the weeping willow by that ‘ole dry creek

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