Blessed Life

No, I couldn't sleep last night, a song rolled round my head

Another few hours later, and I had to roll from bed

This old bear in the mirror ain't the man I wanna see

He's beaten more everyday, and it scares the hell from me

Ain't all jars of shine and rainbows when you're falling for this scheme

No, a poor man's poet ain't the blessed life that it seems

I'm sick of goin' nowhere like two frogs churnin' cream

It's so hard spinnin' tires when you come apart at the seam

The only six figures that I know is the mileage on my truck

In spite of all the work put in my tires still spin stuck

No, I ain't that outlaw that y'all label me to be