Keepin' Gone

I read a letter I wrote back in 99’, talking trials and tribulations of a heavy kind
It said don’t waste your breath on no telephone, cause’ I ain’t done keepin’ gone

I said mama it’s gonna be ok, once I dig myself out of this black dirt grave
Just hold the hope real hard on the family farm, cause’ I ain’t done keepin’ gone

I spent a few months down in Laredo
We’d smoke all day, yeah we’d pick them songs
Rolling numbers indeed yes sir with some real hard folk
We got real good at keepin’ gone

The years rolled by and left the lines on my face,
Kinda sat myself down and took a real long look at this place
I’ve paid more than most on just a getting grown, still I ain’t done keepin’ gone

Spent a few weeks out on the west coast
Where we’d drink all day, yeah we’d sing them songs
Rolling numbers indeed yes sir with some real hard folks
We got real good at keepin’ gone……