You hear banjos playing when I open my door
Here in the hollers, we're simple country folk
Dad said "I'll beat you if you go in the mines"
He swallowed his words, we were down to one dime
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
In the rearview mirror same as ahead
Calluses and fentanyl to earn our bread
When the dead-man-whistle blows from the hole
His family has six days to leave their home
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
We shouted along to our favorite songs
About leaving and never ever coming home
But what you try to run away from
Is what you become
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
Bossy Ozzy - Part-time internet Lyrics
Bossy Ozzy - Part-time internet Lyrics
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You hear banjos playing when I open my door
Here in the hollers, we're simple country folk
Dad said "I'll beat you if you go in the mines"
He swallowed his words, we were down to one dime
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
In the rearview mirror same as ahead
Calluses and fentanyl to earn our bread
When the dead-man-whistle blows from the hole
His family has six days to leave their home
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
We shouted along to our favorite songs
About leaving and never ever coming home
But what you try to run away from
Is what you become
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
Here in the hollers, we're simple country folk
Dad said "I'll beat you if you go in the mines"
He swallowed his words, we were down to one dime
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
In the rearview mirror same as ahead
Calluses and fentanyl to earn our bread
When the dead-man-whistle blows from the hole
His family has six days to leave their home
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
We shouted along to our favorite songs
About leaving and never ever coming home
But what you try to run away from
Is what you become
We have
Broken hearts
Bad knees
Bent backs
Black lungs
Kids on drugs
Part-time internet
Writer: Åsmund Kværnstrøm
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid