Gord Bamford - Off the Grid

I been working like a dog and I ain't talking nine to five
Breaking my back for a buck, barely getting by
So it's time I lose the working man blues
and forget the day to day
And have myself a weekend getaway

I'm going way out there, yeah, way out where
No one can get to me
Way down south of sober
Past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah, tonight I'm going off the grid

Got half a rack of wood
And a fire pit right out back
Old Hank and George and Meryl and Jim and Jack
A moonlight guitar, a couple of chords
And a pile of hurting songs
I might sing off key but I'll sure sing along

I'm going way out there, yeah, way out where
No one can get to me
Way down south of sober
Past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah, tonight I'm going off the grid

I'm going way out there, yeah, way out where
No one can get to me
Way down south of sober
Past the edge of sanity
I'm gonna open up a bottle and toss away the lid
Yeah, tonight I'm going off the grid

Yeah, tonight I'm going off the grid
I'm going
Long gone

Written by:
Gary Thomas, Jason Lee Owens Jr.

Publisher:
Lyrics © Anthem Entertainment

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