Lyrics: Comin' Up Aces

well, the night's comin' on and the boy's getting' wild
he stole enough money to buy himself a vial
his eyes go calm but his brain is still hurtin'
so he fills himself up on a belly full of bourbon

he throws himself out into the nighttime
kneels in an alley, throws up half a lifetime
he go under a fence, and over a coal hill
screamin' 'bout a murder into the cold chill

he go click, clack, step back jack
you ain't goin' nowhere like that
it's the track trap, man, come on back
that ain't the way to leave here, jack

he says "hit offa this, boy, it'll fill ya
there's a reason i call it to-kill-ya"
but he's keepin' a secret, where he go at night
nobody know he been hittin' on that pipe

now he's sittin' in the back, hollerin' old blues songs
singin' "i wanna do right, but the whiskey lead me wrong"
all of a sudden the back seat's doorless
and the boy's scuttlin' off into the darkness

he go click, clack, step back jack
you ain't goin' nowhere like that
it's the track trap, man, come on back
that ain't the way to leave here, jack

the night's comin' on and the boy's getting' rattle
he got a fat bag of green and a stolen saddle
he says "ten o' clock, please just be there
i'll know you're comin' by the sound of your wheelchair"
he thinks he's comin' up aces, nobody's knowin'
he's playin' it light, tryin' to keep it from showin'
one minute he's laughin' on a road trip red-eye
next he's getting' pulled from under a semi

he go click, clack, step back jack
you ain't goin' nowhere like that
it's the track trap, man, come on back
that ain't the way to leave here, jack