Tekstovi: Drive By Truckers. The Living Bubba.

I wake up tired and I wake up pissed
Wonder how I ended up like this
I wonder why things happen like they do
But I don't wonder long 'cause I got a show to do

I'm sick at my stomach from the A.Z.T.
Broke at my bank 'cause that shit ain't free
But I'm here to stay, at least another week or two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no pity, don't give me no grief
With till I die for sympathy
Just help me with this amp and a guitar or two
I can't die now 'cause I got another show to do

Don't give me no preachin' no self servin'
And I ain't no angel but nobody's deserving
I can dance on my own grave, thank you
But I can't die now 'cause I got another show

Some people keep sayin', I can't last long
But I got my bands, I got my songs
Liquor, beer and nicotine to help me along
And I'm drunk and stubborn as they come
Chain smokin', guitar pickin', 'til I'm gone
Gone, gone, gone

I ain't got no political agenda
Ain't got no message for the youth of America
Except "Wear a rubber and be careful who you screw"
And come see me next Friday 'cause I got another show

Some people stop livin' long before they die
Work a dead end job just to scrape on by
But I keep livin' just to bend that note in two
And I can't die now 'cause I got another show