Matt Duke Music

Written by Matt Duke/Matt Duke Music Publishing (BMI)

I packed up and spent a week traveling East on the interstate
On a pittance for a fast‐food diet and some toothpaste
I can remedy alone
Getting drunk, getting stoned
Then I’m back to my good old ways
Open arms at the bar for the prodigal son that often goes astray

For now, the waking world can wait
So sing your blues away
And hope for better days
Pick an old song and we’ll dance in the dark
It’s that needle and thread to stitch up my broken heart

I cave in, I black out, I bottle up until I pick a fight
And then I raise a bloody fist in a salute to every passerby
For the lawman’s sake, I might bend, but I won’t break
That part I leave for lovers and life
They say it’s my right to keep quiet, I’ll reserve it for some other time

Cuff me up and take me in so I can sleep an hour or two
Just me, the pros and criminals ‐ we’ll sing it loud with nothing to lose
O’ Lord, music saved my soul and nothing’s right
So we’ll rock and roll for now