Bass Boat

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 somethin'

We'd park that boat by the bluff at the day's end

I got a need to find trouble when things are alright

I pine for pain in the mornin' light

And even with my baby sittin' next to me

I'm a self-sabotagin' suicide machine

And you're goin', goin', goin' 'til 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 really 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 somethin' that you never raised

And you're goin', goin', goin' on Thanksgivin' Day when

You're sneakin' off to drink some alcohol

And you'll show them, show them, show them

While you're kissin' 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 somethin'

We'd park that boat by the bluff at the day's end