I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma Sit and watch the world go by I was seventeen and green and knowin´ nothin´ ´bout livin´
In a town where people go to die
Leroy was a transplant from somewhere in Alabama The first time I met him, he asked me for a spoon And I thought he must´ve been in a bluegrass band, or somethin´ But I´d find out one August afternoon
Three doors down, there´s tinfoil on the table They ain´t cookin´ up nothin´ good ´round here There´s one in every house: high on the couch, stealin´ cable On the dark side of the country it ain´t bonfires, it ain´t beer But you find out quick how big a hit the neighbor´s bike´ll get ya, boy Livin´ next to Leroy
In the classroom, Susie Highschool was packin´ pills like notes Takin´ shots in the parkin´ lot at lunch And I´d join in every now and then ´cause you can´t beat the cool crowd I´d go to Leroy´s ´til I sobered up
Three doors down, there´s tinfoil on the table They ain´t cookin´ up nothin´ good ´round here There´s one in every house: high on the couch, stealin´ cable On the dark side of the country it ain´t bonfires, it ain´t beer But you find out quick how big a hit that class ring´ll get ya, boy Livin´ next to Leroy
I rolled a J on the day I got my diploma
I knew Leroy would be proud I can´t forget shakin´ him, tryin´ to wake him on that sofa He never did come ´round
Yeah, three doors down, there´s tinfoil on the table They ain´t cookin´ up nothin´ good ´round here There´s one in every house: high on the couch, stealin´ cable On the dark side of the country it ain´t bonfires, it ain´t beer But you find out quick how high you get when that last hit gets you boy
Livin´ next to Leroy Livin´ next to Leroy Next to Leroy