While The World Goes Down The Drain Lyrics

While The World Goes Down The Drain lyrics

(Jim Rushing/Keith Sewell)



Some kids grew up on mean
streets

Dealin' with the crips and bloods

But me I was born on a back
road

In a 4X4 rollin' through the mud 



The street kid deals with
the dealer

And he's always watchin' his back

Me, I'm watchin' a line,
with a woman of mine

Down by the creek bank shack 



Give me .308
and a shotgun

And a gallon of homemade wine

Drop me off on a
mountainside

Where the bear and the deer reside

I'll spend my nights
sittin' round the fire

Makin' this guitar ring

I'll be doin' fine
underneath the pines

While the world goes down the drain 



Just to
dwell on life in the city

Is makin' my blood run cold

'Cause miles and
miles of concrete

Eats away at the human soul 



When you live and
die in the country

There's a little that your heart can mourn

With your
hands in the dirt and a little work

You can weather out any storm




Give me .308 and a shotgun

And a gallon of homemade wine

Drop
me off on a mountainside

Where the bear and the deer reside

I'll spend
my nights sittin' round the fire

Makin' this guitar ring

I'll be doin'
fine underneath the pines 

While the world goes down the drain




I'll be doin' fine underneath the pines 

While the world goes
down the drain