My old man bought a big bass boat When I think of that summer of hope, I choke 'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn I got a need to find trouble when things are alright I pine for pain in the morning light And even with my baby sitting next to me I'm a self-sabotaging suicide machine And you're going, going, going Till the Lord calls you home in Your work boots and your worn coveralls And you'll show them, show them, show them With your high collateral loan on That home where your children play with dolls 'Cause I was raised by a woman who was hardly impressed And I carry that shit real deep in my chest 'Cause I ain't ever been one for cheap excuses And apologies have always been a little late or useless But if you give me four minutes and a little bit of time I'll make them old days an old friend of mine And I can talk to God, and I can pray all day But you can't heal something that you never raised And you're going, going, going On Thanksgiving Day, when You're sneaking off to drink some alcohol And you'll show them, show them, show them While you're kissing all the knees of Every scrape and every bloody fall My old man bought a big bass boat When I think of that summer of hope, I choke 'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn