Good - Jason Isbell and The 400 Unit

You better watch yourself this time

On your waiting in a long line

Of kicking off a slow crime

I guess the Devil wouldn’t have you

But you used who what you’re used to

You always seem to somehow

make it through

I know I let myself go

but I try to let you know

it’s hard to be alone

I know I never took my own advice

Chased a couple rollin' dice

Somewhere I don’t belong

I can’t make myself be good

I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood

I can’t make myself do right

On Friday night

When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light

Another night another rope burn

Well I guess that it was my turn

To wash all of the pain down

Maybe you were just a decoy

It doesn’t matter much to me, noise

It covered up the voices

I don’t want to hear

I let myself go again

I tried to let you know, but then

It’s hard to be alone

I know I never took my own advice

I got tired of playin nice

And cut right to the bone

I can’t make myself be good

I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood

I can’t make myself do right

On Friday night

When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light

I can’t make myself be good

I wish I could

Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood

I can’t make myself do right

On Friday night

When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light