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
You really got a good one in
You hit me where
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
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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