Lyrics - Sweet Pickle Grits
Copyright © 2005 BFH
KEY TO MY SURVIVAL
Words & Music by Mark Durfield
Copyright © 2003
The sun burns my eyes as it rises this morn'
My body is achin', it's tattered and torn
But I'll feel much better when darkness it falls
And I'll go uptown to bang my head on the wall
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
It's an addiction this life that I lead
The longer I go, the greater the need
The last one left standin' at the end of the night
No sound but the buzzin' of a blue neon light
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
Last night I was dreaming as I lie in my bed
I was an old man gray hair on my head
The music was playin' and I heard the sound
Of me and my homeboys still layin' it down
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
Words & Music by Mark Durfield
Copyright © 2003
The sun burns my eyes as it rises this morn'
My body is achin', it's tattered and torn
But I'll feel much better when darkness it falls
And I'll go uptown to bang my head on the wall
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
It's an addiction this life that I lead
The longer I go, the greater the need
The last one left standin' at the end of the night
No sound but the buzzin' of a blue neon light
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
Last night I was dreaming as I lie in my bed
I was an old man gray hair on my head
The music was playin' and I heard the sound
Of me and my homeboys still layin' it down
Got one hand on a bottle, one hand on my head
And it's just a miracle that I am not dead
But lately I been feelin' something draggin' me down
The key to my survival's gettin' out of this town
Sweet Pickle Grits
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
Released 2003 - 13th Floor Music
Produced by The Bearfoot Hookers
Recorded & Mixed by Mark Durfield at 13th Floor Studios, Rutledge, GA
Mastered by Charlie Chastain
Copyright © 2003 BFH
