LYRICS

Sun slippin' down low, breeze is turnin' cold
Clutch my collar tight to my neck
When I left the car I didn't think I'd get this far
Ima free myself from you if I have to freeze to death

Shiver run down my spine, I done crossed a line
Turnin' back I'd only find some awful hell to pay
Light me up a smoke, tell myself a little joke
And keep headed up this road, Lord, what would mama say

When you see me on the street
You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve
You tell yourself little white lies look me dead in my black eye
And say to me I got what I deserved

Big rigs barrel by, too gun shy to hitch a ride
Got two quarters and a dime, cup of coffee costs a buck
Fifty cents to place a call, payphone's ripped right out the wall
But preacher man says people can stand all our God-given luck

When you see me on the street
You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve
You tell yourself little white lies look me dead in my black eye
And say to me I got what I deserved

When you see me on the street
You're just glad it ain't you dyin' out in the cold on dead man's curve
You tell yourself little white lies look me dead in my black eye
And say to me I got what I deserved