"Waterbill" lyrics

"Waterbill"

Rattlesnake morning
And the ceiling fan's a-buzzing
Fly up on my face
I'm too sick to move a muscle
And the shower's in the next room
Feels like a mile away
Oh God, today's the thirty-first
I gotta get the water bill paid

I bought a '67 Lincoln
Suicide doors
Got that Posi truck transmission
Four on the floor
I'm gonna hook up to the one-horse
Enter in the UPRA
I ain't-a roper by no means
But I gotta get the water bill paid

And I'm on high hopes
You ain't livin' 'less you're livin' life broke
Workin' on high hopes
Too late, too long
Just party through the pain and carry on

I broke an axle in Bandera
Nearly lost the trailer
I mechanic on the side
But rarely turns out right
I'd call some help if I could see straight
Looks like I'm sleeping here tonight
But this is mountain lion country
And I hear they love a redhead delight

And I'm on high hopes
You ain't livin' 'less you're livin' life broke
Workin' on high hopes
Too late, too long
Just party through the pain and carry on

And I'm on high hopes
You ain't livin' 'less you're livin' life broke
Workin' on high hopes
Too late, too long
Just party through the pain and carry on


Writer(s): Russell Shahan
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