Waccamaw Drive

C F C I was running on fumes and never on time C F C It’s half past eleven and i'm losing my mind C F C Call me up a doctor tell him waccamaw drive C F C Up past the saw mill and the barbed wire C F C No one could find me, neither could I C F C It’s like sifting through the gold just to hold pyrite C F C Covered up clues of his bad desires C F C Then the hands of other people, it was bound to backfire Am G I need your saving grace to hit my tongue F Am Like a drop of holy medicine Am G Won’t you hit me with another dose F Am Addiction’s tough but love is close Am G Call of the search when it’s her you find F Am For this my son, can’t be prescribed Am C Hope you’re feeling alright C F C Off fighting battles from no man’s land C F C But less of a mountain never built a better man C F C There are those with knees and toes in the sand C F C They’re the loudest to preach when it’s gotten out of hand C F C So i’ll take this money and burn it to the ground C F C ‘Cause we both know company makes no sound Am G I need your saving grace to hit my tongue F Am Like a drop of holy medicine Am G Won’t you hit me with another dose F Am Addiction’s tough but love is close Am G Call of the search when it’s her you find F Am For this my son, can’t be prescribed Am C Hope you’re feeling alright