Song Length |
3:30 |
Genre |
Folk - Americana, Rock - Americana |
Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
Mood |
Poignant |
Subject |
Luck/Coincidence |
Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Better Days
Rolling down old Sycamore
After stepping out this jailhouse door
Heading out of this old town
Nothing's gonna get me down
No more
Sucking in the nicotine
Flicking ashes out into the street
Filling up the tank again
Got my ticket to the end
Of the world
As it begins
Oh I've had enough
Of the same old roughed up
And oh there's better days
And they're just up this road
Gonna say goodbye to all the streets
They never cared that much for me
Now the rain and wind are my best friends
They'll see me through it 'til the end
'Til the end
Oh I've had enough
Of the same old roughed up
And oh there's better days
And they're just up this road
Hauling in the country miles
Sleeping under starry skies
Where I'm headed I don't know
But I got my ticket to the show
And when it ends I'll begin
When it ends I'll begin
oh I've had enough
of the same old roughed up
and oh there's better days
and they're just up this road