Clay Wheels - Jonny Two Bags

Sometimes I wonder if this is as good as it gets

With each passing year, it seems I add and feel more regrets

This is the blackest night

I think I have ever seen

Riding on clay wheels 'til the bitter end

Rolling along with my head in the clouds

I do whatever I please

'Til the tiny pebble in the road ahead

Brings me down to my knees

I got a mouth full of humble pie

Dirt and gravel and weeds

Riding on clay wheels

Riding on clay wheels

I’m riding on clay wheels 'til the bitter end

They say insanity is making the same mistakes

Again and again

They might as well just strap me down

In five-point restraints

I’m falling out again

Sometimes, I wonder do you really know what I mean

Like showing up at Chewey’s door

With a broken 8 track machine

I got the same broke-ass hustle

Barely getting by for so long