Wintergreen Tobacco Lyrics

Spent every cent of my lunch money on wintergreen tobacco

17 to 23, man, I was a king of assholes

That blue-eyed girl from Sunday school, she tried to slow me down

Man, I ain't slowed up a bit since the day she walked out

Threw it all away for a dream I never chased

Did you hear the radio?

We have the Blazers on the run

Well, them fuckers out in Torrington tied it up at 21

And that junior's got an arm this year but he's reckless with the ball

Turning something into nothing, don't a first down make at all

Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face

Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face

That sybille canyon highway's where young kids go to die

Return them to the dust and wind beneath a blood moon sky

Where mothers come together, sending prayers and casserole

Blue-eyed girl, confused and wonderin, daddy digs the hole

There ain't much to say, we're all just missing you today

There ain't much to say, we still love you just the same