49 Winchester - Never Again

I was riding down the highway, US 58
When I got a feeling in my chest and my hands began to shake
Oh and then all of a sudden I was paralyzed with fear
I knew the end was coming, I knew the end was near
It said: Head Trip, on the package in a smokey and black font
This ain't the feeling I was looking for, this and the feeling that I want

And the wolves they all howl in my dreams
I can't seem to silence all their constant screams
And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone
And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green

Well my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake
My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache
I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky
I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die
Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave
You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave

And the wolves they all howl in my dreams
I can't seem to silence all their constant screams
And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone
And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green

Well, my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake
My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache
I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky
I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die
Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave
You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave

When I finally got home, that thumping in my chest
I said palpation, confrontation my mind was such a mess
Oh, and the walls they took to wiggling, the floor began to squirm
My spine was oh so limber lord I felt jump like a worm
And I said happy happy happy shaman you know that's what I am
And I won't go on this trip no more, no never again

And the wolves they all howl in my dreams
I can't seem to silence all their constant screams
And I want to go home but I'm bound to be alone
And I sure can't go back to Bowling Green

Well, my vision started blurring and my bones began to quake
My muscles started hurting and my head began to ache
I felt like I was in a cartoon falling out the sky
I saw cowboy boots and gnarled tree roots, I knew that I would die
Oh, and I warn you this concoction will send you to your grave
You'll fiend and want and scratch and itch your soul becomes a slave