back in the day before three packs a day when all of my dream baggage was safely stored away we were down so bad thought we’d never see the light of day
but from up here you can see the whole damn town and it’s another forty ounces all the way down
she was innocence inked on another page she had these blue eyes glowing behind a cage she was spilling over as a promise fades
I’m last year’s rust on this year’s crown and it’s another forty ounces all the way down
high on the hillside low on the chain hanging like a hooligan without a drop to my name living like a king on low man’s fame
there ain’t no time for crying with a free man’s frown so it’s another forty ounces all the way down