Lyrics:
When we first headed for a ride
Out of these old city lights
Seemed like the whole world was rolling by
And we said nothing
Behind this worn out blue
never worn out at the heels
C'mon and grab the hands that spin the clocks on the wheels
Winding the spring and I'm ready to blow
And there ain't no
bite my style, dawg
Mountain Gear, the leader of the time that's sturdy footwear apparel
Worn by your favorite superstars
Get down with the MG,
to keep my mind open
Way before I felt my heart get broken
I always noticed the sun on those cloudy days
But I get tired
I get downright worn out
Trying
Every day that pass I just seem to get a little sadder
People on the street asking why my skin is suffocation blue
Get the fuck up out my face
Had with
say I miss you and regret it by noon
If I'm broken and blue
If I really needed you
Would you pick me up out of the blue?
Would you show up out
say
What else can I say
The night was closing down
The decorations had been worn
Out of nowhere this girl comes up
She says her minds been torn
a worn-out WARN winch
There's a good chance that that man is a pretty damn good friend
If there's horns in the back, there's a gun in the front
If there's
Well the train slipped into the station
A worn out steel blue soul
A relic from colonial days
When the French were still in control
Lorsque les
the skeeter-skeeter
Rubbers worn out
You can tell by the mileage meter
Betty-Betty McBetty, the name of my new Chevy
She snow-snow whiz-ite
The color of fish scaleys
sing what I never could say
I put quite a few tears into quite a few beers
Yes, I've worn my soul on my sleeve
Laid out there for the whole world
'Come Again Soon,'
He's dance the foot out o' yer boot!
The day that I took long Magee by the scruff
For slanderin' Rosie Kilrain,
Then, marchin' him
Every inch of me is paralyzed
The rock-strewn road takes a hold of my reigns
When out of the blue runs a West-bound train
Not a horn blasting howl
The sky is bright and blue, the sun razor sharp
Chops my hours and thoughts one by one
There was a time I knew to win a fight
But those days are gone
at the door...
We don't go ba the law...
Fetch 2 by 2 on flow...
Old, worn out worn out, this is rusty
Calln on my friend danny he never pickn this n+gga childish
I remember when I first saw her
Ripped jeans and a worn-out blue shirt
A hideaway up on the west coast
She was there when the sun rose
Saw her name
if you kiss the dicks
Of the niggaz? Never, Nosferatu's
Those witches and warlocks in blue
Government gumshoe, keepers of the first zoo
Who?
Ridin' against the wind in East New Mexico
His skin is dry and worn as the Texas plains
He's headed where the air is thin and and the cold blue
Life is a story don't you doubt
Bad times give you something to talk about
The next time you feel you're all worn out
Remember life is a story
every damn worn out love song that you ever knew
Yeah baby that sounds like you
Heard a 2 door light blue
Bronco passed through
Sheryl Crow rocking
worn out shoes from the walking blues
Well I looked into his deep drawn eyes
And I searched for the words but all I could say
Jesus came to heal
reasons to stay have worn thin
Out there the days were so bright and so blue
Yet I missed all my thunder and rain
The way a storm punctures a hot
See these cans these worn out shoes
This old shopping cart full of rusty blues
It's plain as day
So why do I feel invisible?
Look at my face
of
The place I like to call my mind
Illusions of delusions call and
Take me to another time
Jaded by my memories
And worn down by reality
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