Lyrics

Gave all my money to the broke folk singer
Now I'm stumbin' around in the dark
Can't find my phone and I turned off the ringer
Can't remember where I parked

I hear there's a blood moon, a hurricane, a monsoon, a new cemetery plot
But I still get long-winded two-fistin' cussin' you out in the yard

On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way down

Roll out the coffins
The dead die so often
The end is comin' soon
News on the tv
The flies on the ceilin'
Got me crazy as a loon

Do I board up the windows
Or go where the wind blows
Like a body on the run
I say shoot for the lights
And make a break in the night
Like a bullet out a gun
Like a bullet out a gun

On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way
On the way down