Rowan Simmons - Rowboat

Highway troopers got my number
Got it written down
Cause my trailer hitch is duct tape
And my tailpipe drags the ground
A man named J is buried
Beneath the driveway sand
Cause they all called J the big man
But it ain't no man that I am
Weren't seconds out the womb
When they melted me down
They poured me in a bucket when
I belonged on the ground
And every day I spend
Down through this holler they have built
Is another day of new ways
To break out from the bill
Sober up
Simmer down
Tell myself
I'm turned around
Y'all tell me all the time
How to live life the best
Just cause I don't got two feathers
That are longer than the rest
I sold that land right back to god
Bought a better fitting tract
With seven wooded acres
And a forest nymph in back
They put my foot stamp down
Weren't seconds out the womb
They wrote some stupid letters
Fore they painted me blue
The R and S come later
Papaw's daughters never knew
I just sat down on that porch
And asked me who I thought was you
Sober up
Simmer down
Tell myself
I'm turned around

Written by:
Rowan Simmons

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