Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay upright We were chasin' white lines and warpin' our minds last night We were killin' the time, though we sure didn't know it Huntin' down rhymes with a Kentucky poet Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay alive There's some folks around town that might Cuss our names down to the floor They might claim that we're loners No-account stoners and more It's the same kind of people Claim to be chosen But their ears made of stone and Their tongues made of poison The doctrine they preach Has got nothing that they can teach me ♪ Well, I don't know if Dave hates The same kind of hate that I do Well, but he knows that I know That he's been cut down by it too Well, people get talkin' 'bout things that we use I ain't in the business of makin' excuses Me and big Dave were just tryin' to stay alive This whole world's full of ghosts That I believe, that, most folks can't see The particular demons That reason with big Dave and me