Lyrics The Poorhouse Of Positive Thinking - Widespread Panic

The Poorhouse Of Positive Thinking

I pinch my pennies in a mason jar
Stashin' all my thoughts for the rainy days
See them come and watch them go
Redneck drunks and southern belles
So pick a card, any card
These jokers got no hearts and ten men on the make
Bring them in and take them out
Another lost soul on Music Row
Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream
Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink
It’s a hard, hard religion, channels souls astray
Gonna hold on for dear life
Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think
And gotta hold…
Alcatraz doesn’t seem so bad
Birdman on the rocks your time’s a waste
Tide rolls in and jutters out
All washed up, a swollen corpse
Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
In fantasies break your own rules
Insanity is all I see around the room
High Sierra station Inn
An 8 piece family bluegrass band
Waiting for that sacred midnight ride
Alcohol: sleeping all day — forget your dream
Stand in line all night for a watered-down drink
Yes, alcohol, a good thing you don’t get paid to think
You gotta hold on for dear life
So just sit back down and dwell on things
No one cares about I gotta hold…