paroles de chanson Little More Money - Whiskey Myers

Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cup
I sell 'em on the corner to folks who shoot 'em up
Been the man of the house since I was just thirteen
Yeah, my daddy was a chickenshit, common thief

But I wish I could roll the stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then, I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone

Sometimes I think the world done forgot about me
I ain't got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my skies
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes

Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then, I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone

These days, it seems I might be losing my mind
Does the Man upstairs, He even care to throw me a line?
It's not too far gone to hold on to the light
Like it's your last fight
And you're barely alive
You do what ya can to survive

I'm out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
It'll bog ya down, and you can never leave
At least not in Alabama where they'll bury me

Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
To help me off of this ledge I'm on
Then, I'd be free from home
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone
A little more money and I'll be gone