Back To Macon

You don't know the depths I know it's the highest highs and the lowest lows

I pine right through the night with the devil on my shoulder

You don't know the pain I feel it's a type and kind the pills can't heal

Or a neck brace, but a suitcase, it might do me some good

Cause I'm hell on getting gone missin mom never calling home

I usually know just what to do and I rarely ever do it

Think it's time I settle down love the folks and hate the town

I usually know just what to do and this time I'm gonna do it

So take me back where Watauga meets Tennessee

Cause South Carolina just ain't for me

I gotta make it back to Macon before I go insane