that kind of life
Singer:ian noe
it's a country jungle 'round here
when that august sun gets hot
a-puttin' out the kind of heat
that paints a gray haze across the sky
the horseweed's high as a barn
that's been sittin' there waitin' to rot
ever since old sam laid the checkbook down
and bought out the 'baccer plot
i ain't got no roarin' train to hop
but you know it's alright
it's just the kind of life
that nobody lives no more
i know a man with a metal touch
could fix anything you had
could pull my car right up in his yard
no matter what time or what went bad
the other night i lost both headlights
and when i called to make sure he was home
he said there ain't no demand for a shade tree man
junked every piece and part i owned
i ain't got no roarin' train to hop
but you know it's alright
it's just the kind of life
that nobody lives no more
i got a quaint and quiet friend
he hardly speaks a word at all
spends half his time starin' down at the pine
and the other trippin' into walls
a week has passed since i seen him last
he was barreling up a crowded street
while all the traffic raged
burnin' holes in both his aimless feet
i ain't got no roarin' train to hop
but you know it's alright
it's just the kind of life
that nobody lives no more
that nobody lives no more