James McMurtry - Lobo Town lyrics

McMurtry Grand Daddy's good name Fits like a shackle and a chain And all them others, long dead Still hanging 'round my head. Hard working kind of men There's not a one left of them There's only me, there's only mine I guess we're all the other kind. Throwin' dice and dippin' snuff Out in a trailer, back in the brush Sippin' crown and smokin' weed Huntin' hogs and cookin' speed. That's how we do it nowadays No matter what the teachers used to say Pa** judgment if you dare See if any of us care. You're goddamn right, you got no clue So don't tell me I'm dyin' That old black dog has got me down And I can't get loose from Lobo Town. The post mistress telling tales While all the blue hairs come get their mail Wonderin' why a boy like me Gets into trouble, well let me see. They might be kinder if I were poor But they might only hate me more When they only know you by your car It's who you come from, not who you are. Two hundred channels on big TV Won't fill the holes inside of me I'm getting twisted, I'm getting sick I need some help and I need it quick. 'Cause I can feel the curtain fall When won't no one return my calls I used 'em hard, I used 'em up I never will amount to much. You're goddamn right, you got no clue So don't tell me I'm dyin' That old black dog has got me down And I can't get loose from Lobo Town. I'll take the house and the land I'm gonna list it get what I can Sell the horses, sell the cows Sell 'em all, sell 'em now.