"Off The Road" lyrics

Fuck that bitch, she's a real good liar
So I down a six pack on full bald tires, I'm gone
Mm, mm
I say I'm gonna quit, but I sure get tired of
Walking barefoot on a razor sharp briars, I'm done
Mm, mm

Might get pissed off, might get drunk, or might head home
Or I might run this truck right off the road
Right off the road

My phone dried up and my car's maxed out
I'm running out of luck since you ran out of town, oh well
Mm, mm
It's been a hard lesson that I guess I had to learn
Where there's smoke there's fire and you're bound to get burned, oh yeah
Mm, mm

I might get pissed off, might get drunk, or might head home
Or I might run this truck right off the road
Right off the road

I might get better, might get worse
Ain't no blessing in this curse
Ain't no telling where I'll go
I might, I might run this truck right off the road
Right off the road

Shit

Fuck that bitch, she's a real good liar
So down a six pack on full bald tires, I'm gone
Mm