Two-Stroke Machine -

My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day

Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way

I saw it went away on a two stroke machine

Next time I saw him I was turning eighteen

Said why don’t you ever want to spend the whole night

In the trailer that I live in in the shadow of the light

He had an old shoebox lid filled with stems and seeds

Just the kind of thing that a growing boy needs

Just the kind of thing

Just the kind of thing

Just the kind of a thing that a growing boy needs

Took a part time job reading the news

On a low obsession with a case of the blues

New lexicon sunsets never held any feelings

He did six months in county for the shit he was dealing

The next time I saw him I was twenty six

I had a big break and a radio hit

We met on road backstage at a club

He said son I can’t stay but I give you my love

Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh…

Could’ve held it all against him

Would’ve been just a fight

But you’ve only one daddy and you’ve one life

Now he ain’t breathing good

He ain’t moving easy

Think his time is running short and it makes me uneasy

So now we get together whenever I can break free

Grab a little lunch and hit up the pharmacy hit up

Yeah hit it up

Whoa oh oh oh whoa oh oh oh oh…

My dad pulled a gun on my grandad one day

Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way

My dad pulled on my grandad one day

Said old man I leaving don’t you stand in my way