cold cocked in potter county knocked out until they found me on the pavement blood pooled all around i got laid down like a rug man i don t know who it was must ve just slipped off without a sound guess i ll go on back to rumors maybe some late bloomer saw me leavin as they were comin in i m smellin like a feedlot i know my eyes are bloodshot but go on you can tell me again it just might ve been the wind it just might ve been the gin it just might ve been a cyclone siren cryin on north julian walking home in the rain i see a trucker hydroplane layin on his big rig horn i could go jump in his way and this could all just end today i pray to god i will not be reborn so what if i m as empty as the meetings mama sent me to and the days when i tried to make a change i ll never shake it off i ll never lose the cough i wonder what the hell got in my veins it just might ve been the wind it just might ve been the gin it just might ve been a cyclone siren cryin on north julian it just might ve been the wind it just might ve been the gin it just might ve been a cyclone siren cryin on north julian cold cocked in potter county knocked out until they found me on the pavement blood pooled all around i got laid down like a rug i don t know who it was must ve just slipped off without a sound