Eleanor

I'm mad as hell again

One of my spells again

Bout time for all of them to ask me if I'm well again

Don't wake me up, my love

Them folks'll suck it up

They'll find another man to give a damn about loading trucks

I hate to be like that

Mondays just beat my ass

I'd muster up a fuss and say how could I not fight back

When I get out of bed

If I don't feel half dead

I'm gonna ride the lines to pass the time that I got left

Call me what you want

But don't call me no matter what it's for

I hate to say it

But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more

I may be going crazy

Take your baby to the liquor store

Just grab the water bottle

Pour it all into it, Eleanor

I must have blown a fuse

Seems that's what old trucks do

I'd pop the hood and check

Maybe wreck and make the news

My momma said one day

That they'd all know my name

Guess she forgot to mention how I'd get this hometown fame

I guess you can't predict

A train that you'd might hit

And if you could I guess it wouldn't really change one thing

I found a cigarette just lying on my chest

I don't remember sparking or the scar it must have left

Call me what you want

But don't call me no matter what it's for

I hate to say it

But I hate to fake shit so much fuckin more

I may be going crazy

Take your baby to the liquor store

Just grab the water bottle

Pour it all to it, Eleanor