Lyrics Yr Damned Ol' Dad - Kevin Devine

Yr Damned Ol' Dad

We’re going out tonight my son
So bring your flask and bring your cross, and bring your gun
And I’ve been borrowing lots of cash
So you won’t be needing none
Just wear your good shoes
'Cause we’re going out my son.
And I got a car loaded up with gas
And parked right outside
Yeah I got a city map and a mission in my mind
I just need someone ridin' with me
Or a brother to my right
To keep me company
In that big ole car outside
'Cause I don’t wanna think about the world right now
I wanna go from bar to bar and wash the taste clean out
And I wanna feel the way I felt
When we were kids messin' around
Before I thought about the world I got to now.
But don’t go feelin' all stuck
And shamed for your damned ole dad
'Cause I’ve seen troubles
That could kill ten stronger men
It’s just that all this weight from la-la-livin's
Been catchin' fire in my hands
Well, fuck this town son,
I wanna make 'em crawl again
And you tell your lady
Not to leave on that light
You tell her not to sit up
Worryin' all goddamn night
But if she’s awake when you crawl home
You just shut your mouth and smile nice
You say «Baby, I’m tired.
Can we please turn off those lights?»
You say «Baby, I’m tired.
I just wanna shut off all those lights.»