More songs by Gavin Adcock
Description
Electric Guitar: Brody Frasier
Drums: Dan Rubin
Vocals: Gavin Adcock
Acoustic Guitar: Jack Rauton
Bass: Jay Rodgers
Digital Editor: Jay Rodgers
Mixer: Jay Rodgers
Producer, Recorded By: Jay Rodgers
Masterer: Joel Hatstat
Electric Guitar: Michael Westbrook
Writer: Dan Pellarin
Writer: Gavin Adcock
Writer: Jack Rauton
Lyrics and translation
Original
Another town, another drink. Another night, no sleep, not a wink.
Cap on my neck is coming loose.
Another ounce I shouldn't smoke. Play some Townes, turn it up, hit the road.
At least he knows what I'm going through.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
Wish I was home, wish I was sober. Wish I was holding a sweet girl closer.
But all your wishes can't come true. Next stop Baton Rouge.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
Told
Mama I'd be home by December.
But it's only June, so I guess better late than never.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in
Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
My father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
English translation
Another town, another drink. Another night, no sleep, not a wink.
Cap on my neck is coming loose.
Another ounce I shouldn't smoke. Play some Townes, turn it up, hit the road.
At least he knows what I'm going through.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
Wish I was home, wish I was sober. Wish I was holding a sweet girl closer.
But all your wishes can't come true. Next stop Baton Rouge.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
Told
Mama I'd be home by December.
But it's only June, so I guess better late than never.
But I'm too drunk to be this stoned, and I'm too high to feel this low, and
I'm too bad off on uppers to have another Shiner six-pack for supper.
And I'm too young to hurt this bad, so I keep soaking my white flag in
Jack D till it changes colors.
'Cause brother, my father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.
My father is a fighter, and I'm a runner.