a country song for you...

Hangin by a shoestring, reachin for a chicken wing,
sinking in the shadows on a dingy vinyl floor.

Got my final unemployment check, and I ain't paid the rent yet,
that murky hall light's shinin- from underneath the door.

The ex- he keeps on ringin me, his ho walked out again last week,
that honey trap ain't foolin me, I ain't goin back for more.

He's a no good low down, dead beat run-around,
no S.O.B will keep me down, he's rotten to the core.

I'll go it alone, without one red cent, livin low and drowning in debt.
I got some cheap brown whiskey and a dime bag score.

I'll make amends with me not you, cuz I don't give a hoot what you do,
your misery won't keep me blue, you heartless open sore.

I'll share my bottle and pass my bowl, I'll live a train wreck til I'm old
cuz let me tell you mister... that's just how I roll, yea that's just how I roll.

So all you cow girls clap your hands- and shout out loud, we don't give a damn, I'll find myself a real man, you good for nothin ass-hole.

We'll live our lives a train wreck, livin low and hedging bets,
but don't you count us out yet, cuz that's just how we roll! yea that's just how we roll!

S.A. Peck