They Only Take The Backroads

Born in FLA

That monster doesn't release

Raised against the wind

Then moved on up through the state

Twenty five miles away

From the closest bait

I'm drying out if I stay

I'm drying out if I stay

Six years today

Still in the same state

Right here in FLA

No, I am not ashamed

Of the places I've blamed

Cause I'm a prodigal

I've been addicted to change

Yes, I've moved through the states

Taken cuts from my graves

And bury them right above

The me I'm learning to hate

The me I'm learning to hate

The one addicted to shame