It's the same old tune, fiddle and guitar
Where do we
On liquor I'll spend my last dime
Sunday morning, 8am
Just cursing
You'd never leave on your own
Where you're from and where
Doesn't matter what you've said
Or what you've done
When you've lost
Do you remember, remember D. Boon?
Part of what he was
Well it's funny how it all works out
Mad men in
Don't the lights look empty
When the streets are bare
Almost as
Beer makes you weary
But you need something to get along
As
Hometown, the same town blues
Same old walls closing in
Oh what
Falling out the window
Tripping on a wrinkle in the rug
Well I took a fifth, and I poured me a
I wish, I wish my baby was born
Sitting on
John Hardy, he was a desperate little man
Carried two
A great crowd has now gathered
All around the jail today
To
I've been a moonshiner
For seventeen long years
And I spent all
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