Woke Up in a Ditch (Same as Always)

Opened my eyes to a buzzard staring back

Thought I was still in hell but the sky was too blue for that

Sat up slow, spat out dirt, checked if my bones still worked

Everything crackled, everything hurt — so I guess I got resurrected, or whatever

Woke up in a ditch, same as always

Resurrection's less dramatic than the gospel songs say

No angels, no trumpets, no choir singing sweet

Just a sunburn and a headache and the taste of my own feet

Woke up in a ditch

Same dirt, same sky

Guess dying's just a detour

And I'm too mean to die

Checked my pockets — no wallet, no keys, no smokes

Found a note that said "you're welcome" written in what looked like jokes

The devil's handwriting is sloppy, by the way — real shaky hand

Guess evicting someone takes a lot out of a man

Woke up in a ditch, same as always

Resurrection's less dramatic than the gospel songs say

No angels, no trumpets, no choir singing sweet

Just a sunburn and a headache and the taste of my own feet

Woke up in a ditch

Same dirt, same sky

Guess dying's just a detour

And I'm too mean to die

You ever come back from the dead and immediately regret it?

Sun's too bright. Ground's too hard. Somebody's playing "Achy Breaky Heart" in the distance.

...wait.

...that's just my brain.

...hell of a souvenir.

Woke up in a ditch, same as always

I'd say "good to be back" but that'd be a liar's phrase

I'm alive again, I guess — if that's what you call this state

Just a man, a guitar, and a whole lot of hate

...now where's the nearest bar.