Bad Luck and Deer Tales

Pontiac's sitting since late October. Body's fine but my luck sure ain't.

Every time the leaves turn colder. Something jumps out in my lane. Fixed her up

but I don't roll out. I see them woods and start to doubt.

Yeah, that checks out. Yeah, that checks out. If it wasn't

for bad luck we wouldn't have none at all. Beer's still warm, still going down.

Every plan I make burns out. We just raise one up and shout.

That checks out. Buckless been freezing 10 nights straight. She's done talking, now it's too

fake. Knuckles swears he's speaking fluent deer. Says it's like Swahili but white