Текст песни Mobile Home - demo - Jelly Roll

I've been smokin' and I ain't comin' down
No, my feet won't touch the ground and I can't help it
I seem hopeless, I rather be lost and never found
Ain't no tellin' where I'm headed now and I accept it

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

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

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

There's a single white trailer, mama sittin' at the table
Watchin' basic cable with the cigarette lit
All the hell that we've been raisin'
And the trails that we've been blazin'
To be this lucky, that don't make no sense

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