I've been sittin' at home
All alone
Feeling sorry for myself
Since my
Dad said, "Get a job, son
You can't just lay around,
I was scared half to death
I couldn't catch my breath
'Cause
Heaven knows life's got its twists and turns
Walls to climb
We left Texas on a windy night
In a beat up
It's only been a week but I ain't had no
She cut her teeth on the Rollin' Stones
'It's Only Rock
There's a chain of tears
That's been-a holdin' me here
'Cause you
I'm gettin' over the smell of her perfume
The sound of
Take your time and watch your step
You'd better get it
Well, it's six o'clock in the mornin'
And the sun is
I don't stay out all night, I don't close down
You'd think that I'd have better things to do
Than to
You'd think I'd have better things to do
Than to sit
I've seen a lot of places, I've been around the
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