The Dropouts - Old 97's

Dropouts paid in alcohol

Late-night longshots at the bar

Waitin' and waitin' and waitin' on a phone call

My one true love is this cheap guitar

Everybody flyin' in a harmony rocket

Everybody’s sleepin' on a hardwood floor

You got two two-dollar bills in your pocket

You’ve got no idea when you’ll get more

But that’s alright

It’s goin' down, down, down

We got nothin'

But nothin’s good enough for the dropouts

Buildings made of bricks and mortar

Mockingbirds up in the sky

Man I hated going to high school

All I wanted was to learn how to fly

But that’s alright

Turns out you don’t need wings

When you’ve got whiskey

And guitar strings

About midnight

We gon' get real loud

We got nothin', but

Nothin’s good enough for the dropouts

In a parallel universe, everybody’s wasted

In another life where we all live

In the straight world, everybody thinks we’ve lost it

Oh, but we all see what a joke it is

I know you

Even if I don’t know your name

The real world

Can’t be really lame

You gotta make your own sunshine

When you’re underground

We got nothin', but

Nothin', nothin', nothin', nothin'

Nothin’s good enough for the dropouts

We’re the dropouts

We’re the dropouts

We’re the dropouts

Aw, yeah