Well I fell, I fell again I fell, I fell my friend
Well I tried in that southern town But I fell, I fell down
I tried to be a man, I tried to make it work
My mom blames alcohol, I think I’m just a jerk
So I pack up my Toyota and I move to another hole
Try to run away from myself but I can’t seem to shake my soul
I’m thinking about this red haired girl and I’m listening to my radio
Cigarette lighter is busted and I got her blood all over my clothes
I guess I should have known deep down I ain’t no good
I’d spit in Jesus Christ’s eye right now if I could
Well I fell, I fell again I fell, I fell my friend
Well I tried in that southern town
But I fell, I fell right down I fell, I fell right down
G Em G Am D
