Hanging round I’m a drifter
Scarred and weathered I have blisters
Where I’ve been and who I’ve met
Well there’s plenty things you don’t know yet

Packed my bags
I’m making up a plan to escape
Won’t be back
Wrote a note tried my best to explain

I won’t call I won’t text
No you said I’m like the rest
I’m a no good motherfucker
Feeling so depressed

Case of the blues
Always aim then I shoot
I don’t wanna miss a chance
That I got to advance

Up the laddеr making chatter
Nothing I can say’ll matter
In the grand schеme of things
Any song I made or sing

Hanging round I’m a drifter
Scarred and weathered I have blisters
Where I’ve been and who I’ve met
Well there’s plenty things you don’t know yet
Minutes of recognition
Start up my car and turn the ignition
No I don’t got a place to go
I don’t hear a thing they’re saying so

Leaving breathing give me a reason
To keep on going I keep repeating
Drained of my life I feel defeated
With every changing season

Stoned I’m alone
Thought I’d quit it but I don’t
When the heater went and broke
Man my fingers fucking froze

Now my joints are always swollen
And my gloves I got are stolen
Getting by I’m steady rolling
I ain’t needing your condolence bitch

Hanging round I’m a drifter
Scarred and weathered I have blisters
Where I’ve been and who I’ve met
Well there’s plenty things you don’t know yet