I told myself I'm gonna come through I can't see nothing but blues and kudzu 305 highway, you don't have much to say He sounds about like I do My granddad loves to watch the Braves play I stuffed my soul inside a suite case A choir of cicadas and box fans Sings Mississippi Goddam I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday I was wrong yet again I'm getting tired Telling God I'm pissed at him I stuffed my soul inside a suitcase Set out for the 305 highway I'm cut off outright Magnolia midnight I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday