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Cheap Cocaine
Eight miles out of Galesburg, I'm starin' at the rain,
Eight-ball left of the cheap cocaine,
And I'm lookin' at the sunlight, light through the pines:
Couldn't tell ya what it is, but it's always been mine.
Now that I'm gone I think of the man
With a meth pipe clutched in his bone-thin hand,
I said, hey brother, I hope you get straight
But I bet I don't meet him at the pearly gates.
Chorus:
And I sing: Hey mamma I been starin' at the rain,
A little heartbreak, a little soul pain,
I been up all night on the cheap cocaine,
Tryna make it better but it's always the same.
Well I made a few new friends in a Rockford bar,
I told 'em all lies, I said I was in charge
Of the afterparty, where the women were loose,
I partied with the metalheads with gin and juice.
Hung over as hell, I slept in shit on the lawn,
I'm tired of twenty-somethins and their punkrock songs.
Wake up in the mornin' and stumble towards the down,
sayin' 'how ya doin, boy, it's been too long."
Chorus
On the streets of Chicago with sidekick Sally
I was hittin' up the bars on Viagra Alley
Where the men pick up women not half their age.
All I had for them was my tears and my rage.
And I thought it was a fight, so I went for my knife,
And the man shook my hand with his kids and his wife.
I was so ashamed that I hung back and cried,
Leave all that to Saint Peter, wait till I die.
Chorus
I been up all night, I been starin' at the sky,
And I'm still lonely, but I couldn't tell you why.
I don't know if I like this as much as his last album, but that's one hell of a standard. Willi still tells a captivating story. People struggling against the grindstone and public perception to boot. Album sounds great, and I hope to finally get to see him live soon. One of my favorite singer-songwriters in the last few years. Bart
Sierra Ferrell's music is the nectar that drips from vocal chords of angels on ecstacy and percocet, dripping with honey, and smelling of grandma's brownies. It has been proven to "cure what ails ya", and it temporarily wards off the existential dread that is slowly encompassing us all. Don't let the absurdity of our existence get you down. Listen to Sierra Ferrell instead.
I am me and I approved this message. oldmanj716
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