My eyes are growing heavy riding past the mausoleum
Nearing city limits, where the water meets the sand
And I'm riding in a truck bed full of dogs and scraps of metal
My uncle is driving drunk and swerving side to side again
A bitter winter cold sends a chill into my bones
All the way back home
There's nothing much to see here in Southeastern Mississippi
Just a couple kids shooting bullets at the sky
Most of us grow old still longing for the city
Trying to find meaning in our empty little lives
Those of us that don't find our place among the stars
A place to come apart
So many broken bodies lying underneath the ledge
They say their ghosts still hover near the Southside city bridge
Sometimes I go there looking for an old friend in the wind
And I just sit and ask them how they've been
supported by 5 fans who also own “Southside City Bridge”
this album is sooo fking good, it has me crying and laughing and feeling so much gratitude for my 3 yrs of sobriety. wishing yall a slow n steady recovery <3<3<3 huckbutt
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