Pillbox Patti - Low Life Lyrics

He picked me up in a '92 Camaro
That whiskey, was a single barrel
Kind of tasted like Crown, I can taste it right now
Burning like an unfiltered Camel
It was Friday on the highway
Hiding them Speedway cups from the cops
In a speed trap town
Oh, what they turned around

Getting high on that low life
Getting high on that low life
We ain't ever getting out
And we ain't ever coming down

I advanced like three paychecks
Pawned a ring that I got for graduation
Bailed him out, ride or die dedication
Naive thinking I was ever gonna save him
I didn't save him

Getting high on that low life
Getting high on that low life
We ain't ever getting out
And we ain't never coming down

Getting high on that low life
Getting high on that low life
We ain't ever getting out
We ain't ever coming down

Oh, I still ain't beat the heat that we had last summer
Wasn't as hot as his older brothers
And his ex still hates me 'cause I, I stole him from her
But I wonder what he's doing right now, bet he's

Getting high on that low life
On that low, low life
He ain't ever getting out
He ain't ever coming down

Getting high on that low life (my sister sent me a picture)
Getting high on that low life (getting high on life, lookin' pretty)
We ain't ever getting out (ooh, he might just be in prison)
And we ain't never coming down (even if he can't say it)

Getting high on that low life (I should write him a letter)
Getting high on that low life (like he wrote letter)
We ain't ever getting out ('cause I still love him)
And we ain't ever coming down (never gonna let him move on)

Getting high on that low life (we were low lives)
Getting high on that low life (but it was our life)
We ain't ever getting out (or was it your life?)
And we ain't never coming down (oh, it was our life)