W.D. Miller

Lyrics

Whiskey and women Been treating me fine
I’m over the limit and I’m south of the line

I’ve been up I’ve been down and I’ve been on a roll
Life in the city has taken its toll

I belong where the sky never ends
Where the fields and the trees are my friends
Where my woman's got nothing to sing but my praises
and I sleep in the arms of my lord

I wake up each morning in a puddle of sweat
I keep on recalling what i'd like to forget
the throats that I cut and all the lies that I told
Life in the city has taken its toll

I was raised as the son of a plow
wiping the sweat from my brow
My harvest has grown from the seeds That I planted
And my winter looks miserable now

I live on the run in this hell I call home
Destined to reap all the seeds that I'd sewn
I got a heart like a rock but a head like a hole
Life in the city has taken its toll

I belong on the home on the range
where the deer and the antelope play
where seldom is heard a discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day
But my skies get so cloudy all day