Sweet Eviction - Chatham County Line

Out all night at the roadhouse

Where the glasses stand like statues in the ruins of a lifetime

Stumble by the cathouse

Where the women dance for dollars you made while dreaming

Stay awake at the café

Where the coffee warm like spite and you cannot sweeten

End your night at the boardhouse

Where the sign on your door reads sweet eviction

Don’t be afraid to change your ways

Sweet Eviction

Shut your eyes on a park bench

Where your last few dollars you hold like a diamond

That you dream of spending

On a cheap pint of rye and an old transistor

Don’t be afraid to change your ways

Sweet Eviction

What you hold in your hands disappears

No one understands

Sweet Eviction

Out all night at the roadhouse

Where the glasses stand like statues in the ruins of a lifetime