My old man bought a big bass boat

When I think of that summer of hope I choke

Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something

We'd park that boat by the bluff at the days inn

I got a need to find trouble when things are alright

I pine for pain in the morning light

And even with my baby sitting next to me

I'm a self sabotaging suicide machine

And you're going, going, going

‘Til the Lord calls you home in

Your work boots and your worn coveralls

And you'll show them, show them, show them

With your high collateral loan on

That home where your children play with dolls

‘Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed

And I carry that shit real deep in my chest

‘Cause I ain't ever been one for cheap excuses

And apologies have always been a little late or useless

But if you give me four minutes and a little ‘bit of time

I'll make them old days an old friend of mine

And I can talk to God and I can pray all day

But you can't heal something that you never raised

And you're going, going, going

On Thanksgiving day when

you're sneaking off to drink some alcohol

And you'll show them, show them, show them

While you're kissing all the knees of

Every scrape and every bloody fall

My old man bought a big bass boat

When I think of that summer of hope I choke

Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something

We'd park that boat by the bluff at the days end