"Stoned In Bridge Creek" lyrics

Stoned again in Bridge Creek, every Friday the same
Hidden under the bleachers, sinking deep in my shame
Time is standing still in a one-horse town
And you pound for the bottom when you're this so far down

Eighteen and lost in a place I grew up
Used to dream of breaking these Grady County cuffs
They tell me how, man, all the acting, all the things
They'll have me killed for this country, but I can't buy a drink

Oklahoma, from the cradle to the grave
I was born in a twister in the red dirt I lay
In the meantime I'll do just what my daddy did
Get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again

High school was easy, hanging out at uncle Nate's
Who cares about homework when you can't win the game?
We crushed cans for money, stacking dimes all day
Asking people to buy and working on the fake

Oklahoma, from the cradle to the grave
I was born in a twister in the red dirt I lay
In the meantime I'll do just what my daddy did
Get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again

Oklahoma, from the cradle to the grave
I was born in black gold in the red dirt I lay
In the meantime I'll do just what my daddy did
Get stoned in Bridge Creek again and again
Getting hell bent in Bridge Creek again and again