"Mobile Home (Demo)" lyrics

I've been smoking and I ain't coming down
No my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help it
I seen hopeless I rather be lost and never found
Ain't no tellin' where I'm heading now and I accept it

Momma smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again poppa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed sit back and watch em grow
Take all my problems I roll em up and smoke

I like the whiskey tequila when its cold
I can feel it in my soul when I tie one off
My doctor tells me if I wanna grow great and old
Ima have to let these vices go but I don't know

Momma smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again poppa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed sit back and watch em grow
Take all my problems I roll em up and smoke

There's a single wide trailer momma sittin at the table
Watching basic cable with the cigarette lit
All the hell that we been raising
And the trails that we been blazing
To be this lucky that don't make no sense

Momma smoke like Willie in the back of a mobile home
On the road again poppa lives like a rollin' stone
I just plant my seed sit back and watch em grow
Take all my problems I roll em up and smoke