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Crawdaddy Served Cold

de The Dead South

We did the grind for many years
Too many some might say
It's easy to get lost with the taste of money on the brain
We did it so good, so good so fast
We forget some years ago
We were toddlers in the grass

Life ain't easy being on the road
It's grab and go food and drinks
That ain't good for the soul
Well it's long nights and coffee cups
Restless sleep for weeks
And trying not to mess up

Well, we played our hand
But we killed our fellow man
We traded his mind for a wondrous time
Oh well, what does it mean when you
Let a brother down
Can this be fixed somehow?

Well, the tire's flat, the engine leaks
Suspensions busted and the belt is weak
We always seem to make it home
But each time we leave again
You can see the sadness in the man
How did we miss this for so long

Life ain't easy being on the road
It's a van full of filthy trash
And a bag of stinky clothes
Well, it's long drives and cigarettes
Sweaty suits for weeks
And trying to play our best

Well, we played our hand
But we killed our fellow man
We traded his mind for a wondrous time
Oh well, what does it mean when you
Let a brother down
Can this be fixed somehow?
Can this be fixed somehow?
Can this be fixed somehow?

And if you just needed
Someone to call your friend
Well, I should have seen it right from the start

And if you just needed
Someone to call your friend
I should have seen it right from the start

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