פרשנות לשיר: Maxed Out - Bayker Blankenship

Fencing for a man down the road Hell, my hands are getting cold This winter's really got a grip on me I'm getting tired of this town But I ain't got no money to make any ground Another lonely night down at the bar

'Cause I'm getting into fights and I'm falling hard Maxing out one more credit card What's this life worth living for? I'm going to jail, I can't pay my bail Jack and Coke won't let me think for myself Shoulda never reached for that bottle on the shelf

She's the reason I started it all Lord, she's praying on my downfall Hoping I'll never make it out of this town She won't leave me alone Most evenings, all I do is sit at home Think about the girl I done right or wrong She's got my heart tied in a knot Will I make it out? No, probably not All I got left to do is sit here and drown Another lonely night down at the bar