Текст Whiskey Myers – Little More Money

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 13
Yeah, my daddy was a chicken shit 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

Some times I think the world done forgot about me
I ain’t got no skills or a college degree
Maybe an education would brighten my sky’s
Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes

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 to far gone to hold onto the light
Like it’s your last fight and your barely alive
Do what ya can just to survive

I’m out here in the pouring rain
These dilapidated buildings all look the same
They’ll bog ya down and you can never leave
At least not in Alabama where they’ll burry 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