The Poorhouse Of Positive Thinking - Widespread Panic

I pinch my pennies in a mason jar

Stashin' all my thoughts for the rainy days

See them come and watch them go

Redneck drunks and southern belles

So pick a card, any card

These jokers got no hearts and ten men on the make

Bring them in and take them out

Another lost soul on Music Row

Waiting for that sacred midnight ride

Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream

Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink

It’s a hard, hard religion, channels souls astray

Gonna hold on for dear life

Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think

And gotta hold…

Alcatraz doesn’t seem so bad

Birdman on the rocks your time’s a waste

Tide rolls in and jutters out

All washed up, a swollen corpse

Waiting for that sacred midnight ride

In fantasies break your own rules

Insanity is all I see around the room

High Sierra station Inn

An 8 piece family bluegrass band

Waiting for that sacred midnight ride

Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream

Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink

Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think

You gotta hold on for dear life

So just sit back down and dwell on things

No one cares about I gotta hold…