I'm holding on your rope
Got me ten feet off the
Some days you got it all together
You swear you have
Baby, what are we becoming?
It feels just like we're always
I'm walkin' down the street, shufflin' my feet
Whistling a feel
Out in the sticks
With the squirrels and the ticks
and
It's like a bolt of lightning hits me in my
It took me and four of my buddies
Half the night
My daddy spent his life lookin' up at the sky
He'd
I saw a truck backin' out of your drive
You were
We've been up here in this city
Livin' in the grease
Theres a house fly swimmin in my sweet tea
Hey darling
You need hands, rough not soft
To come and warm you
There's a bonfire burnin'
Got Bocephus blarin' louder than allowed
Out in
Down where I was born was heaven on earth
Where Flint
I got smoke in my hair
My clothes thrown everywhere
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