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cussed out by a country judge because of one crazy night
But can you really see yourself turning out the lights and turning to Walter

What is Walter
and for a time 
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die 
But she lived long enough for her to testify 

Now Walter Browning was a happy married man
and for a time 
It seemed that Mary Ellen Jones would surely die 
But she lived long enough for her to testify 

Now Walter Browning was a happy married man
By Walter Egan

Witness the way in which I swallowed your line
So easily convinced the very first time
It was my finest hour it was my pride
A sudden
one else had ever seen,
Behind the dash in Mary's crumpled up machine.

A little match box circled by a rubber band,
And inside the ring from Walter
drives a sports car
To the Warner Brothers ghost
He used to live in England
Now he loves the coast (chorus)
Some times a friend comes by
To sing
to the pinnacle
And success is an uphill fight

I am fresh and clean every mornin'
And dead on my feet every night

Said it's time for my vacation
It's time
much as the sound
Can't help but wonder if all this is real 'cause
Tonight is the night I fell asleep at the wheel

Rubberneck traffic and passers-by
beautiful fool

Walter Cronkite preempted Disney one night
And all us kids were so upset
We thought that you were a trouble instigator
Marching through
By Walter Egan

In the rain in Tennessee Friday night remembering what used to be
Many miles and years ago once there was a place and time I used
point in history that I would care to go 
And so I had them send me back to last Thursday night 
So I could pay my phone bill on time 
Just then
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na

Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
on the corner mack with slang playin' a dice game
When I walk by it some bag lady goes sha-na-na-na

Your street time is limited 'cause this bad rocks it
Take
like he didn't know how to hang up
Would be hard to opt a minute or so and then yells time on a
And when you get your commissary, buy this and that
friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint 

That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti 
Like the body cool  keep the strap up by the naughties
back, I'm at peace at night 
No more cops, no more Rodney King's 
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means 
AIDS don't exist, plus my
back, I'm at peace at night 
No more cops, no more Rodney King's 
No more peekin' out the curtain wit' the rifle by any means 
AIDS don't exist, plus my
I had a fight with a cop just last night
Address my girl 'my dear', been shootin' guns for years
And I never been a sucker givin' in to my peers
vigorous
Stroke that nigga like a zig zag rolled cigarette,
And I do it to get my dick wet
Brain grain rotten, I was a 12 year old gettin' raped by my
(lynch):
Feel my nature rise, blood shot red eyes
Waitin' in your back seat, catch you by surprise
Situations and circumstances make you take them
the end of the night
'Cause fools don't really own yo ass like a diamond bag pipe??
Make a story out your ass like Walter Cronkite
Million muthafuckas
high
And niggas don't be trippin don't be doin no drive-bys
Cause we don't gangbang, don't wear blue or red
We like that fuckin green, papers what I said