Take it down, put it in a jar with butterflies,
fill it up with some formaldehyde,
you won't see it again.
You said take it slow, it's a mood and it will come and go
but the joints I needed didn't grow,
and left me crippled in your eyes.
Oh and all good cowboys know
There ain't no good ol' home sweet home.
So I'll raise my protest, raise my drink
and I won't live here no more.
Cuz you never learned my name,
it was the one name you should know.
And I will lay me down,
I will lay me down, the road.
A dollar in another jukebox just to dance with you,
oh but all it does is play the blues,
and on and on they go.
No and I won't be, another mess to clean in aisle three,
this late night shift has got me questioning,
if daylight will come at all.
Here am I, staring standing on a borderline,
this life I'm leading really isn't mine,
it's sung in 4/4 time.