Lesser Kestrels - Bethlehem, Ohio

I keep rolling up my sleeves
It's pretty warm for Christmas Eve
Streetlights all made up to look like candy canes

700 miles from all my old problems
Drinking an ice cold Miller lite
In a bar called Rock Bottom

Ran out of cash on the last time I filled the tank
Got a card but don't wanna pay the bank
Should be wrapping presents for my seven year old son
Yet I'm turning out my pockets in Amelia

Cross the street and grit my teeth
Gotta pay the piper someday
Don't know what I thought I'd find
In some midwestern alleyway

Stores all dark behind the glass
I guess I'll get myself up off the ground
I'm gonna drive all night
Far as the tank can get me
And if heaven allows
I'll be home by morning

Written by:
James Meakim, John Hickey

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