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Sandwiches for the Road Lyrics
All packed to go, baloney and mayonnaise sandwiches for the road
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun
And if they turn green don't be afraid
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
I been given to visions from time to time (Mighty fields of vision)
And the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes
Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
And if you see me on the street and if I whop you on the head
You probably got it coming
And if you hit me back, we'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy
'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama.
So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette
Something's gonna get us yet
'Cause I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote
It's just the way I stand myself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Lay them out across the dash in the August sun
And if they turn green don't be afraid
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
And the voice in my brain can be a little unkind sometimes
Go ahead, point it at me, I ain't scared
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
You probably got it coming
And if you hit me back, we'll call it even, but I ain't going down easy
'Cause my mama loves me and I got friends in Decatur, Alabama.
Something's gonna get us yet
'Cause I got ashes in my throat and I ain't got no vote
It's just the way I stand myself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
Nothing can hurt you but yourself
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I can't believe no one else has commented on this song. Even though the guy in the song is probably deranged (and knows it), he's got his pride. A real statement of purpose. Someday, Hood should put all of his songs about damaged musicians and hangerson in one collection (Come Back Little Star,Living Bubba, Grand Canyon, etc.). Hood has a real gift for writing warts-an-all portraits of these lost souls.
Nothing can hurt you but yourself. We\'re faced with choices. Some of which will totally fuck your whole life up. In the end you got friends in places and the ones that love you will be there for you. So drink another drink and smoke another cigarette.
@Coltamusprime You spelled family wrong.
@Coltamusprime You spelled family wrong.