I told myself I'm gonna come through
I can't see nothing but blues and kudzu
305 highway, you don't have much to say
He sounds about like I do

My granddad loves to watch the Braves play
I stuffed my soul inside a suite case
A choir of cicadas and box fans
Sings Mississippi Goddam
I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday

I was wrong yet again
I'm getting tired
Telling God I'm pissed at him

I stuffed my soul inside a suitcase
Set out for the 305 highway
I'm cut off outright
Magnolia midnight
I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday