Week Forty-Five: “Every Day”

 

 

 

You carry big rocks from north to south
they all got a problem, they all got a mouth
they laugh and tell you what it’s all about
that’s what every day is like

The morning’s so early, make you want to weep
you see a pretty girl, you feel like a creep
you drink beer until you fall asleep
that’s what every day is like

But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love
But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love

You get road-blind, you miss the curve
you get sick and green from the food they serve
you’d quit it all tomorrow if you had the nerve
that’s what every day is like

But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love
But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love

At night she holds you while you dream
thinking about Texas hills and Steve McQueen
You fit together like a field and stream
that’s what every day is like

But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love
But I’ll break you out of here if it kills me
my love

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