These Days

My hand to God I didn't mean to After all what we been through Men come in different shapes It's how were made Little I song and strife The way I felt most of life The oak tree covers that old Ford I miss it Lord I miss it Lord These blood red eyes Don't see so good But what's worse is if they could Would I change my ways Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors so obscene Is all I see these days These days Watch what you say The devil is listening He's got ears That you wouldn't believe And brother Once you go to him It's your soul You can never Never never retrieve These blood red eyes Don't see so good But what's worse is if they could Would I change my ways Wasted times and broken dreams Violent colors so obscene Is all I see these days These days These days All I see These days See these days All I see