Cold Case

2,3,4

I grew up at 705, right outside the county line

white dirt road is where I called home

Daddy said keep your head down low, keep them small town folks real close

I ain't seen them for a while

And I've tried to relate, but my words just come out wrong

And I've tried to state my case, look how time has flown

So I'll play my songs till the lights go out, and I can't feel the shame and doubt

And I'll try to keep my head above water, screaming into the darkness now

Me and my buddies used to act the same, but it's another cold case