Big Iron Lyrics

It's in the back of your truck

Everything that you could need to go and catch a stroke of luck

To get the fuck away and leave the lack of sleeping in the dust

I've seen you hitting the sauce again

Nowhere enough to make a scene

The aching never ends

A spiked drink becomes serene

But when I say you've got some patience

I couldn't be anymore sincere

Oh what I'd do to be complacent

With all the shit going on this year

You won't offend anyone if you took your own advice for once

You'd tell me pack your bags

Don't pick the scabs

Dust off your knees

And step away for a while

Cause I wanna know

You went west for the winter

I wanna hear

That your boy's doing better

I wanna be told it's true even if it's through

The grapevine

Just head for the hills

And sit by the fire

Watch all the snow

Pile up on the tires

On the truck that'll take you way from it all

Big Iron