Pills in the Glovebox

Fell thirty feet off a grain bin, cracked three discs in my spineDoc wrote me a little white bottle, said, "Son, you'll be just fine"Two a day to get me workin', four a day to get me byThen six a day to feel like nothin', and nothin' never felt so high

Doc cut me off in AprilGuy out back of the Last Chance didn't

Pills in the gloveboxRattlin' like a snakeWhisperin', "You need me"Every mornin' when I wakeI'd have sold my soul for one moreAnd Lord, I almost didPills in the gloveboxHidin' from my kids

Sold my granddaddy's shotgun and the tools out of the shedTold my wife I lost my wedding ring, pawned it for pills insteadWoke up in a ditch off Highway 12 with the engine runnin' hotSaw my baby's car seat in the back, thank God that she was not

That's the night I hit the bottomThat's the night I hit my knees

Pills in the gloveboxRattlin' like a snakeWhisperin', "You need me"Every mornin' when I wakeI'd have sold my soul for one moreAnd Lord, I almost didPills in the gloveboxHidin' from my kids

Now Tuesday nights I'm in the basement of that old white church in townFolding chairs and bitter coffee, twelve broke men sittin' 'roundI stood up and said my name, and my hands were shakin' badAnd a gray-haired farmer grabbed my shoulder, said, "Welcome, son, I'm glad"We pray the same prayer every week, "Lord, just for today"It's the hardest road I've ever walked, but it's the narrow way

No more pills in the gloveboxNo more rattlin' snakeI threw 'em off the river bridgeAnd watched the water takeTwo hundred days I'm clean nowTakin' one day at a timeGot a Bible in the glovebox nowAnd my family's still mine

One day at a timeOne day at a time