Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Aubory Bugg
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Aubory Bugg
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Aubory Bugg
Producer
Alec Greglewski
Producer
Lyrics
There's a house down the street from the place that I grew up in
It's got bright blue shutters and a doghouse in the yard
There's a man on the porch you can try but he won't say nothing
He's got big blue eyes but they can't see very far
He had a wife, two kids, and a white picket fence he loved it
Only time he ever left that house was for sunday church
Found god in the bottom of bottle when his wife went running
Then the mill shut down and the town took a turn for the worse
And oh that's just the way it goes
Oh, this place takes its tolls
I know I know
There's a dive with an old jukebox where my friends like smokin'
And there's a place upstairs that they rent months at a time
It's a real small flat and the door in the back stays open
For the high school kids to get high on their parent's dime
Asked a girl there once why her heart seemed so damn broken
It's a real sad tale but she smiled the whole way through
Well her mom got sick and her dad got hooked on hoping
And when the hope ran dry he found love in sex and booze
And oh, that's just the way it goes
And oh, this place takes its tolls
I know I know
There's a road out of town where the ground stays dry all winter
Nothing grows out there like the pines in the freezing cold
Never known someone to come back to this town a winner
Only thing this towns good for is getting old
Well the girl that I love can't drive out past those pine trees
Says her life is here and she can't just run away
Well I'll drive that road out of town where no one can hear me
Scream at the sky that I'll get out of here someday
Written by: Aubory Bugg