out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends
'Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas Take it from me, don't go and cry And I'm leaving this town as soon as I can Gonna stop off for a while
and aunt The lived in a big house Antebellum style And the wind would blow across the old bayou When I was a tranquil little child Life was just a
you do Sonia's just grinnin' and Phil is ecstatic Mason has jumped in the sea And I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat All Nautical Wheelers save
behind door number three I plan my apparel, I wore a big barrel And they rolled me to the very first row And I held up a sign and it says, "Kiss me, I'm a
m in love with a fast movin' angel Dresses like the city girls do When we're apart there's no ache in my heart When we're together we're a hell of a crew
it cleans me out and then I can go on There's somethin' about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strollin' down the avenue That's known as A1A Feelin
a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up with good red wine And I'm a' chewin' on a honeysuckle vine Coda: Yeah with a tin cup for a chalice, fill it up
the people who retire in Florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a
rallied and I sprung a few leaks, But I've got to stop wishin', Got to go fishin', I'm down to rock bottom again. Just a few friends, just a few friends
Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas Take it from me, don't go and cry [Chorus:] And I'm leaving this town as soon as I can Gonna stop off for a
My whole world lies waiting behind door number three I chose my apparel, wore a beer barrel And they rolled me to the very first row I held a big sign that said "Kiss me I'm a
a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing. In a
And I'll tell you all about the scene I found a place with much charm and much grace That was untouched by the music machine Well the people where havin' a
of the people who retire in Florida are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch. And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys; Well I hate those bastards so much. I wish a
. And Sonna's just grinnin' And Phil is ecstatic and Mason has jumped in the sea. While I'm hangin' on to a line from my sailboat oh, Nautical Wheelers
'm in love with a fast moving angel Dresses like the city girls do When we're apart there's no ache in my heart When we're together we're a hell of a
Talkin' to myself again wonderin' if this traveling is good Is they're something else a doin' We'd be doin' if we could All the stories we could tell
