Got a death grip on this can

And I already killed a few

And just like my last beer

I'm empty, cold, and blue

Sitting in this juke joint

In a cowboy-killer cloud

My head is north of telluride

While it's all goin' south.

I ain't nowhere near the rockies or the colorado sky

Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the pontchartrain bone-dry

The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof

Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in baton rouge.

It don't snow in louisiana

But I wouldn't be surprised

If I crushed a couple more

There'd be a couple feet outside

Hell, it just might stick tonight.

I ain't nowhere near the rockies or the colorado sky

Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the pontchartrain bone-dry

The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof

Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in baton rouge.

The good thing about rock bottom

Is up's the only way

I'm about to open up a can of healing this heartbreak.

I ain't nowhere near the rockies or the colorado sky

Got a heart that's got a mind to drink the pontchartrain bone-dry

The more I drink about it, the more I'm silver bulletproof

Steady staring at these mountains in a bar in baton rouge

Sittin' 'round halfway up these mountains in a bar in baton rouge.

I can't move a mountain

But I can sure as hell move on

Move on

Move on

Move on

Move on

Move on

Move on

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