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Me and a big Dave were just trying to stay upright We were chasing white lines and warping our minds last night We were killing the time though we sure didn't know it Hunting down rhymes with a Kentucky poet Me and big Dave were just trying to stay alive There's some folks around town That might cuss our names down to the floor They might claim that were loners No account stoners and more It's the same kind of people claim to be chosen Their ears made of stone and their tongues made of poison The doctrine they preach has got nothing that they can teach me Well I don't know if Dave hates the same kind of hate that I do He knows that I know that he's been cut down by it too Well people get talking 'bout things that we uses I ain't in the business of making excuses Me and big Dave were just trying to stay alive This whole world's full of ghosts That I believe that most folks can't see The particular demons that reason with big Dave and me From Letras Mania