Lyrics:
Sayonara
To the old meka. trying do it by His hands
See trust me it's useless
I am flawed and I'm a human.
I don't know what is best
I say that with my
the day it happened
Aw, you the shit Dave, you be killin' everything you did
Got the whole world talkin' all about what you did
Got your old girl talkin'
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
too young to feel this old
I got a hole in my heart and it keeps getting bigger
So I’ll try to fill it up by ruining my liver
I’m a poster child
the hood, she did not have a reaction (skrrt)
With a six-year-old, she kept the doors unlocked
And drove by the 5-0 like, "Fuck those cops!"
Goddamn, it
Anthropologist
Acknowledge this, I went solo Dave Hollister
Polisher, abolish you with the silencer
Put holes in you like a calendar
Any date on the calendar
My
bar out in Odessa
Dirty needles breaking all the old records
A hundred hoes, one shovel and some old treasure
Ole Zeke use teeth as a gold tester
You are a busy guy, you have no thought of deja vu
You are too realistic boring man, to put the guitars on,
and let the good times groove...
You
Digger, Sam, and Dave...
Went a-hog-huntin' hard as they could stave..
Here comes Sam with a ten-foot pole...
A-roust that ground hog outa his hole
week
When I seen something hopping right by a tree
What could it be?
I found an old frog I found an old frog
Sitting on a log I found an old frog
He
down by the crawdad hole
Oh well a yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah baby mine
A well you don't miss water' til the well runs dry
You don't miss
Lost Cause like Me
Dave Brainard/ Tony Ramey/Jon Wolfe
Another bloody mary morning and a cigarette
I got a hole in my bucket where my shits are
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
known by the name of old Johnny Dhu
Of all the trade's that's going, sure begging is the best
For when a man is tired, he can sit down and rest
He can beg
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
yeah, wow
No revolutionary gets old or so I'm told
You're left full of bullet holes when you tell the people go free
Oh, it's a matter of days before
farewell to my old days…saying good bye to my old days
Life has been too difficult an too credible, buh am too stubborn
For giving up, so i made new
And another thirty long years
Have gone by
You might think that I'm too old
To play rock'n'roll now
But I'm not ready to give it up yet
'Cause I'm too young
Old tin roof, leaves in the gutter
A hole in the screen door big as your fist
And flies on the butter
Mama baking sugar cookies, we were watching
a pair of leggings and a collar and a tie,
And a nice young lady I will fetch by and by.
I'll buy a pair of goggles and I'll color them blue
And an old
been
For three score or more on this little isle of green
And I'm known from the Liffey from the basement to the zoo
And I'm known by the name of old
He was too old for that bar
but it was the only one around
And he needed a beer
So that's where he was found
He took an empty stool
amid
racks
Chat too much it can get too bad
Step away from my mob you don’t wanna get stabbed
21 on my watch but I ain’t no Savage
Time flies by man i have
The Angels are too old to drink
and the Legionnaires are in homes There are no painted pastel tones here
Friday evening, 10 o'clock,
where
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