I told myself I'm gonna come through
I can't see nothin' but blues & kudzu
305 highway, don't have much to say
He sounds about like I do
My grandad loves to watch the Braves play
I stuffed my soul inside a suitcase
A choir of cicadas and box fans sings Mississippi Goddam
I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday
I was wrong yet again
I'm getting tired, telling god that I'm pissed at him
I stuffed my soul inside a suitcase
Set out for the 305 highway
I'm cut off outright, magnolia midnight
I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday