Joey's Arm has two tattoos,
The stars and bars and born to lose,
With gla**y eyes he waits for rain,
Says it reminds him on his wedding day,
And when you drive through Cumberland in the dark,
You watch the woods and you see the sparks,
You roll down your window and hear the sound,
Of broken gla** and coming down.
(chorus)
The dirt underneath, the methadone and concrete
Has got to be more than dust and bones,
Because the south aint gonna rise again,
But were holding out for Jesus,
Or so they say on AM radio.
And when you dont fit in at church or bars,
You bite your lip and you hid the scars,
You pa** the freeway out of town,
Of broken gla** and coming down.
(chorus)
The dirt underneath, the methadone and concrete
Has got to be more than dust and bones,
Because the south aint gonna rise again,
But were holding out for Jesus,
Or so they say on AM radio.
Joey's Arm has two tattoos,
The stars and bars and born to lose,
With gla**y eyes he waits for rain,
Says it reminds him on his wedding day,