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There were times that all that freedom Had me wasted, wild, and bored Shootin' through the ceilin' Shakin' off the Desert Storm Reachin' out for somethin' Tryin' to let go of the war Hopin' hard for somethin' to hold on to Stretchin' out the truth Tryin' to seem a little hard Scratchin' at the eightball In the back half of the bar Used to always roll around with a magic marker Sometimes it feels good to write your name Later on we'd end up at that after hours house With the guy who took the money With a fish hook in his mouth Pretty girls all burnin' holes In the cushions of the couch All the times that we saw dawn kick in the windows Spent the best part of the summer Tryin' to come up with a plan Made a couple little changes And I met up with a man Letras de cancionesDid somethin' kinda strange But I made like sixteen grand Hope I never have to pull that trick again Hope I never have to pull that trick again Went out west and tried to double it Lost it all, tried to recover it Got pistol whipped in Portland Oh Lord, I got so much of it Had trouble with my numbers for some time Some priest he got me clean The V.A. fixed my face I came home behind the counter Started workin' at my uncle's place Mostly takin' orders And shakin' cans of paint And someone had to help me make the change Now it's been twenty years Since what we call the accident And everybody knows But no one ever mentions it Everybody's talkin' 'bout the president And me, I'm never sure what I should say I'm still workin' at my uncle's place Still drivin' 'round in darkness But I'm mostly stayin' straight There's pretty girls down at Independence Lake But they don't seem to see me anymore I'm better with my numbers now Parked down by the water Stretchin' out the truth Tryin' to seem a little softer I still roll around with my magic marker Some nights it just feels good to write your name Some nights it just feels good to write your name From Letras Mania