High

I'm cruising down mainstreet in an '87 Chevrolet

I'm rollin down 174 tryin to find some more

Wish I had a little money I'd spend it all on you

I'd buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew

And we'll get high, and I drink

Well I'm tryin not to think

And I get stoned and I'm drunk

Well I'm tryin to change my luck

Just gettin by

Well I'm a-gettin by, gettin high, yeah

Walkin down Browns mountain tryin to find my way around

I hope I don't get stopped by the cops in this here town

Head on to the south side and the cemetary trails

A worn out fishin hole where I raised a lot of hell

There's a girl that lives on my street

Strawberry blonde, she tastes so sweet

I wanna tell her all the words in my heart

She moved away then she tore my world apart

Fifteen minutes south of the Fort Worth city lights

We watch football games here on Friday nights

I grew up slow and now I'm living so fast

Running out of liquor and this quarter bag won't last