The Last Mile of Smoke

Last mile of smoke Sun comin' up like a bruise Brother sleepin' in the passenger seat Blood on his sleeve, blood on his shoes

Radio playin' a hymn from a station That ain't been on the air since '83 Or maybe it's just my head still ringin' Or maybe it's just what I want it to be

Last mile of smoke Last mile of smoke The cigarette down to the filter The bottle down to the joke Last mile of smoke

Pulled into the gas station outside Tupelo Bought black coffee and a pack of Reds Cashier looked at the blood on my collar Just rang me up and didn't say "drive safe"

Last mile of smoke Last mile of smoke The cigarette down to the filter The bottle down to the joke Last mile of smoke

Got home before mama woke up Slid the keys in the porch light dish Brother stumbled to the couch and slept And I just sat at the kitchen window and wished

Wished I was twelve again, fishin' Wished I was clean, just once Wished the man I was at sundown Was the man I was at breakfast But the kitchen window don't grant

Last mile of smoke, y'all Last mile of smoke You can drive 'til the tank is empty You can't drive past what you done broke Last mile of smoke Last mile of smoke

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