Kentucky

It's so goddamn reverent
Everything's purpose is fickle to me
It's so goddamn hard to forget
Here we go Kentucky, you're leaving me again

Shame, it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
Southern skies leaving on the hills of a train
Here we go Kentucky, your wide eyes roll me down
Feeling pretty lucky you're keeping me around

Picking lipstick flakes off of my shirt
Licked up bone bags left in the dirt
Sweet tea drinkers, farm for the worst
Singing like a kick drum, blessed with the curse
Singing like a kick drum, blessed with the curse
Singing like a kick drum, blessed with the curse
Singing like a kick drum, blessed with the curse
Singing like a kick drum, blessed with the curse

It's not as strange as it seems
We're just walking, a pace the seams
Aptitude high, you know it so well
Faking drowning, going to hell
I'm so goddamn tired (I'm so goddamn tired)
I'm so goddamn tired (I'm so goddamn tired)
I'm so goddamn tired (I'm so goddamn tired)
I'm so goddamn tired (I'm so goddamn tired)
Shame, it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
Shame, it's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame

Here we go, Kentucky
Feeling pretty lucky