Whiskey and Gin

You take and outta luck kid with the weight of the world crashin down on the backs of his shoulders*
 And a white trash girl with no high school degree getting married in the local bar
 Neither one had a plan or a helping hand no one there to guide their way
 On the road won't look back on this dead end town their gonna burn that bridge today
 Around midnight they called it quits for the night around four a.m. they turned in
 That little roach motel they tried to wake em up early but were fightin bourbon whiskey and gin
 Headed west through the hills down the back road late with just a prayer and half a tank of gas
 All the folks back home they just shook their heads those damn kids don't stand a chance
 No one there to bail them out this time no one there to lean on to
 No one there to pass false judgment on their little upstart family
 Took a job tending bar at a local pub for thirty five dollars a day
 Overnight at the train yard packing freight he never pictured his life this way
 But now he's got two kids to feed and a mortgage that can't be late
 On his own won't look back better luck tomorrow gotta fight for one more day