I Gotta Grow Up - Billy Bob Thornton

I was following a girl, a Canadian girl

on a great American trip

She was thumpin’the bass in an improv group

on their way to bein’hip

After a few nights on the bus

while we stopped to get some fuel

Her head got small and her rage got big

and she challenged me to a duel

In a truck stop there on the aisle

where they sell those day glo hats

I took up with a girl who had

eyes like an alley cat

She took me home, it was her husbands home

before that awful Factory Fire

But the Dead man came around that night

and proved the alley cat a liar

I gotta grow up I gotta go to work

quit countin’on luck

even if it hurts

I gotta grow up I gotta go to work

Even if it hurts

I gotta grow up I moved out to the coast

the western coast

And met an Eastern girl

She was a big shot in the

picture Biz

she wore Black clothes and pearls

She loved what happened behind

closed doors

then she locked me out

in the cold

And said guys like me are

something called a genre

That’s really getting old

I gotta grow up I gotta go to work

quit countin’on luck

even if it hurts

I gotta grow up I gotta go to work

Even if it hurts

I gotta grow up