Mornings At the Bar

6 o'clock, rolls around real slow, and I'm out

In my truck, there's a song, playing on my radio

In the back, head down, my fear, drowns

In round after round

Oh how the time wastes away

With the ashtrays, nascar, and pull tab games

All of our homes seem so far, they seem so far

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Lyrics submitted by Compound Fracture.