rat
Take the story of rat who’s headed west
His buddy once told him he likes the girls there best
Centuries of singers, men who pay their rent
Waxing poetic of a woman’s innocence
Rat was batshit and barely played a lick
He took to the highway high off headiness
He and his woman saw through an awful split
The road his only hope of falsifying it
Come on, come on, come on down
Come on, come on down
The wheels will turn your weary around
California calls him by his collar
His waves were ill behaved
So now he doesn’t bother
Shook the country from him
Like a cub clawing its father
Couldn’t buy compassion
'Cause it’d cost him 40 dollars
Only thing that’s cheap
Seems to be his dreams
Even his defeat’s
Costing him something
Bargain, bargain, bargain, bargain
Bargain, bargain, bargain
Rat was eating trash
Out of the back of someone’s garden
What he wouldn’t give to eat
Some grits to start his morning
Fascinated by the face of the woman who warms them
Rat has made his bath
And this is one he’ll surely drown in
Imitating tales of cowboy trails
And travelling men
Hasn’t satisfied a single one of his new women
The one he left alone is in their home
And busy hexin'
Come on, come on, come on home
Come on, come on home
At least she’ll probably bury your bones
Country boys know better
Than to leave that weather
They know better
They know better
And a country boy knows
That wherever he goes
It’ll show
It’ll show
It’ll show
It’ll show
Oh, come on, come on, come on down
Come on, come on down
Bring our buddy rat back around
Take the story of rat who headed west
His brain hallucinating, his ego in his chest
His friends, they never told him
It’d cost him close to death
At home his woman carves another kind of casket
The kind he gladly climbs
And closes himself in
Rata
Toma la historia de una rata que se dirige al oeste
Su amigo una vez le dijo que le gustan más las chicas de allá
Siglos de cantantes, hombres que pagan su alquiler
Haciendo poesía sobre la inocencia de una mujer
La rata estaba loca y apenas tocaba una nota
Se lanzó a la carretera muy drogado de euforia
Él y su mujer vieron a través de una terrible ruptura
El camino era su única esperanza de falsificarlo
Vamos, vamos, vamos
Vamos, vamos
Las ruedas cambiarán tu cansancio
California lo llama por su cuello
Sus olas se portaban mal
Así que ahora no se molesta
Sacudió el país de encima
Como un cachorro arañando a su padre
No podía comprar compasión
Porque le costaría 40 dólares
Lo único barato
Parecen ser sus sueños
Incluso su derrota
Le está costando algo
Regatea, regatea, regatea, regatea
Regatea, regatea, regatea
La rata estaba comiendo basura
En el patio trasero de alguien
Lo que no daría por comer
Algunos frijoles para empezar su mañana
Fascinado por el rostro de la mujer que los calienta
La rata ha hecho su baño
Y este es uno en el que seguramente se ahogará
Imitando cuentos de vaqueros
Y hombres viajeros
No ha satisfecho a ninguna de sus nuevas mujeres
La que dejó sola está en su hogar
Y ocupada lanzando hechizos
Vamos, vamos, vamos a casa
Vamos, vamos a casa
Al menos probablemente enterrará tus huesos
Los chicos del campo saben mejor
Que dejar ese clima
Ellos saben mejor
Ellos saben mejor
Y un chico del campo sabe
Que dondequiera que vaya
Se mostrará
Se mostrará
Se mostrará
Se mostrará
Oh, vamos, vamos, vamos
Vamos, vamos
Trae a nuestro amigo ratón de vuelta
Toma la historia de una rata que se dirigió al oeste
Su cerebro alucinando, su ego en su pecho
Sus amigos nunca le dijeron
Que le costaría casi la muerte
En casa, su mujer talla otro tipo de ataúd
El tipo en el que gustosamente se sube
Y se encierra
Escrita por: Kaina Castillo / Kara Jackson / Nnamdï Ogbannaya / Sen Morimoto