Dragging My Own Tombstone

Snapping the chains now what a relief
I'm climbing back out from right underneath
Into the world of sweet delight
Well I gave up without a fight
And I feel like I've been
Dragging my own tombstone
Dragging my own tombstone
Dragging my own tombstone
Most of my life
I could handle toil and trouble
When it brought better times
But time hangs heavy on my hands
Slipping by me, over again on that production line
Not lost for the working man
You let that chisel fall from your hand
Now is the time to pick your fight
I can't make everything right
And I feel like I've been
Dragging my own tombstone etc….
At the heart of a brand new city
I will find that precious jewel
Just drove in from Indiana
The neon canyons, calling home another fool
Old stinking hat and shoes
Fat white suburban blues
In this world of sweet delight
I'll give up without a fight
And I feel like I've been
Dragging my own tombstone etc….
Here's the carrot and here's the stick
Here's the throat where the big words stick
See the hammer and the tongs
I've been doing this too long
There's about a hundred people in a windowless concrete shed
They've come in here to blow that paycheck, blow the rent
Came to remember coming back to forget