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 Lyricist: Whiskey Myers
 Lyrics: 
 Granny's got some pills beside her coffee cupI sell 'em on the corner to folks who shoot 'em up
 Been the man of the house since I was just 13
 Yeah, my daddy was a chicken shit, common thief
 But I wish I could roll the stone
 Help me off of this ledge I'm on
 And I'd be free from home
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 Sometimes I think the world done forgot about me
 I ain't got no skills or a college degree
 Maybe an education would brighten my skies
 Maybe some Visine would clear my eyes
 Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
 Help me off of this ledge I'm on
 And I'd be free from home
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 
 
 These days, it seems I might be losing my mind
 Does the Man upstairs, he even care to throw me a line?
 It's not too far gone to hold on to the light
 Like it's your last fight and you're barely alive
 You do what you can to survive
 
 I'm out here in the pouring rain
 These dilapidated buildings all look the same
 It'll bog you down, and you can never leave
 'Least not in Alabama where they'll bury me
 Yeah, I wish I could roll the stone
 Help me off of this ledge I'm on
 And I'd be free from home
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 A little more money and I'll be gone
 
 
		
		
	
 
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