I told myself I'm gonna come through I can't see nothin' but blues and kudzu 305 highway You don't have much to say He sounds about like I do My grandad loves to watch the Braves play Stuffed my soul inside a suitcase Of cicadas and box fans Sings Mississippi Goddam I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday I was wrong yet again Getting tired of telling God that I'm pissed at Him I stuffed my soul inside a suitcase I set out for the 305 highway I'm cut off outright Magnolia midnight I'm just trying to leave behind yesterday