5 On 8

Yeah, I wrote it, like, three years ago, and it just never really became anything
And then finished it today and, uh, ended up likin' it
So, it's called "5 on 8"

Woke up in the mornin', filled my coffee with some booze
Then I hopped in the truck and threw on Johnny and the blues
I was passin' by the river, baby, singin' along

Fillin' up my tank at the Chevron on the way
And I was watchin' the number grow, rememberin' the day
Dad was fillin' up his Chevrolet for 5 on pump 8

Yeah, the times are gettin' harder, how can anyone live this way?
Payin' out the ass just to even out at work every day

Pickin' up the floorboard just to give myself some lunch
Then I found me some Red Man, all mangled in a bunch
I was chewin' on it yesterday, and it got me on by

Later in the evenin', I'll get over to the bank
Where I'll ask what I got and she'll tell me everything
All went negative the other day, and I'll drive away

Yeah, the times are gettin' harder, how can anyone live this way?
Payin' out the ass just to even out at work every day

When I was headed home, I was thinking 'bout the day
Then I realized I'm drivin' on a road that's newly paved
And I forgot about my shitty day and kept drivin' along

Thought I'd string up my pole and go try and catch some fish
So I turn around the corner, to the river up ahead
And I cast a line at anything, and I'm where I belong

By the time I catch my breath, I realize the day is already gone
Ain't got the time to clear my head, might as well just keep on truckin' along

Then I woke up in the mornin', filled my coffee with some booze
Then I hopped in the truck, and I was feelin' so blue
When I was passin' by the river, baby, just cruisin' along

Yeah