Dear Mom and Dad, I don't know where to start. I hate to break the news but I got a broken heart. That sweet southern belle that I met in Tennessee. Got a hickey on her neck and it ain't from me.
Another cigarette, whatever I can get. Everything I had I left behind. Pictures of the past things that never last. But satisfaction is, oh, it's state of mind.
She's probably in a Bentley. Showin' off her new fake boobies. Tryin' to break into the movies. With some producer who seduced her. With some sushi and cologne.
Lately I've been livin'. Feelin' unforgiven. Feels like I've been gettin'. Anythin' and everythin' wrong. . Well, I've always had my trouble. Lately, it's been double.
Nobody blowin' up my phone. I ain't buzzin' and I ain't stoned. But I'm ridin', flyin' higher than the blue sky. . If you don't like me, brother, that's okay.
Once upon a time in the land of plenty. The land of lawyers, guns and money. A funny little thing we all call greed. Brought my hometown down to its knees.
I hear a lot of records on the radio. A lot of love songs, they make me sing along. I sing straight from my heart right into yours. Complete with cliche and metaphor you heard before.