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DOWN, FEELIN' LOW

Well my papa drives a 65 pickup
Mama rides the horse
Me, I’m riding
A wild crooked road

With pockets
Filled with stones
Yes, pockets
Filled with stones

I’ve been to many strange places
And I slept in strangers beds
But I’ve never been to Georgia boy
But I sure like to go

Because I’m bound
To travel around
Yes I’m bound
To travel around

Mustangs, Firebirds
Cars and Guitars
City to city
Town to town

Because I’m done
Wasting time
Because I’m done
Because I’m done
Wasting time

But things just ain’t what they used to be
Time is out to get me
I can’t run, can’t hide
Seems like I’m done
Chasing time
Chasing time
Yes I’m done
Chasing time

Well the rig in drivin’
It’s a pined down truckin
And I'm rollin down way to slow

The tapes are turnin’
The music is burning
Starting to sing to slow

Cause I’m down
Feelin’ low
Yes I’m down
Feelin’ low

So I take it slow
One day a time
I get to know my own home

Peach pie on the front porch
Watch the green grass grow

Cause I’m down
Feelin’ low
Yes I’m down
Feelin’ low

Cause I’m down
I’m down
Feelin’ low
I’m down,
Feelin’ low