Hey yeah!
Well five thirty P.M. rolls around
There's a little old
I ain't never had a problem with California
There's a lot
I'm a mother, I'm a lover, a chef, a referee
I'm
Good morning heartache you old gloomy sight
Good morning heartache thought
Look at her, my God, she?s dancing
Out there romancing in
I don't feel like loving you today
So don't you even
I stood behind that bar till closing time
I served cold
Well, I'm one bud wiser than I was a minute
I'm for the low man on the totem pole
And I'm
I've been chasing rainbows all my life
Still haven't found that
Rebel child
Rebel child, won't you heed my warnin'
One of these
Don't need no diamond ring
Don't want a bunch of bling
Oh when it's all over but the shoutin'
When God the
Well I'm an eight ball shooting, double fisted drinking son
I don't need whiskey to drown out the pain
Or some
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