Old Dusty

Riding into town
You see the faces
And everyone's a frown
And it just makes you wanna say
"Oh, I hope that you all drown"

We've walked for far too long
Too many paces to sing a happy song
'Cause I'm stuck here picking at my sores
Oh, and what was it all for?

You give me dirty looks
And you talk about me behind my back
This ain't one for the books
But it's not bad

Listen to the sounds
The aching traffic, the footsteps on the ground
I think my headache grew a leg
Something just cracked me like an egg

Oh and take a look around
These people aren't your friends
Everyone can hear you
But no one's listening anymore
It's just they've heard it all before

You give me dirty looks
And you talk about me behind my back
This ain't one for the books
But it's not bad

You give me dirty looks
And you talk about me behind my back
This ain't one for the books
But it's not bad