Sing Along lyrics - Corey Smith

I don't know how long it might be

Till I get back out on the street

Tryin' to make my livin' in the bars

I was hopin' maybe middle June

But that's like shootin' for moon

Hell, gettin' back at all now might be hard

Oh, it's a bummer, man

This really sucks

I had a killer plan

Now, it's all messed up

Nothin' I can do

But sit at home

Prayin' it ain't the end

And I'll get back to work again

And that there'll be somebody left

To sing along

My neighbor's got a loaded gun

He ain't carryin' for fun

It makes me wonder, should I carry mine?

So I got out my .38

Rememberred that I can't shoot straight

And realized, it wouldn't help me none

Oh, it's a bummer, man

This really sucks

I had a killer plan

Now, it's all messed up

Nothin' I can do

But sit at home

Keepin' up the faith

And tryin' not to be afraid

That there won't be nobody left

To sing along

Like many other songs I wrote

This one's only half a joke

The other half is real and rather dark

But I'd rather laugh a little bit

And come off kind of sarcastic

Than sing about a man fallin' apart

Oh, it's a bummer, man

This really sucks

I had a killer plan

Now, it's all messed up

Nothin' I can do

But sit at home

Pickin' my guitar

Just like I'm playin' in a bar

Pretendin' everyone is here

Singin' along

Oh, I know it's not the end

We'll get back to work again

But until then I'll just pretend

You're singin' along