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Cans Signs

That we must take or there is no tomorrow [CHORUS] Signs, written on the sky Telling all but lies For me it's do or die...die Signs, in the dead of night

on in Make yourself right at home, I said no, no, no thank you man With a 12 pack of cans and I'll be good to go And the sign said Chorus Chorus

Yeah, so you might see me wit' uh, 87, rusty I been on that but uh, you need ta get on that Holler at cha mang Still throwin' beer cans in the gutter

I walk on decrepit bricks and kick sticks and rusty soda cans Simply for lack of better stimulation Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons

corn from a roadside stall I'm the language of the natives, I'm a cadence and a drawl I'm the pines behind the graveyard, and the cool beneath their shade Where the boys have left their beer cans

now walking the plains West wind blowing in waist high weed A-sideways of the rain A bloodhound spent Can't get no trail Ain't no sign of man Wanna get

leave a note, lock the Doors and windows Pack the truck, here's to luck Here?s to how the wind blows Now lose the map and compass Now read the signs

a place I like to go Cherry bombs and cherry wine Just past the Texaco Down on the county line Beer cans and cemeteries Spanish moss on the welcome sign

pair of old wool socks on his hands The bank sign was flashin' five below It was freezin' rain and spittin' snow He was curled up behind some garbage cans