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
Well, you're a real hot cookie with your new hairdo
Your
I was raised in Pocahontas Illinois
Everybody thought of me
As one
Well, I ain't never been Barbie doll type
No, I can't
On his side of the bed
He's sleeping like a baby
In a sandalwood frame
We bout in New Mexico
I was wearin'
I've never done anything
That would ever bring a tear to
When it rains I pour a couple more rounds
Till the