there ain't no more cane on
this brazos
they done ground
Lifes been good to me
I thank the good Lord for
I've got some birds outside
What sit on my window sill
Some
Lord the two stepping drug like a ball and chain
While
(W. Hyatt)Babes in the woods,Oh, which way to go?Babes in
(D. Rodriguez)Comfort me, said she,With your conversation,With the cocktailsAnd
I know I've seen this place before
Lord can't you hear
It's Saturday night
You check the TV guide
And pray the black
I was blue, just as blue as I could be
Ev'ry
The girl at the grocery she's pretty and seems niceBut
I went to church last Sunday
So I could sing and
The night she is a true companion
They shuffle in
She wore glass slippers
She held her head up high
You got you some legs baby
That just won't quit
Interstate 610
Highway 45
A sun-drunk redneck
Barely left me alive
That's
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