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on the radio 
(Nothing!) 


Matchbox 20, Once was plenty. 
I'm tired of this junk giving me a headache. 
Nothing Good on the Radio. 
(Nothing!) 
No there's
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
this world with a grain of salt
Jesus gave me a wake up call

"It's 3 a.m." she said, "Who are you, Matchbox 20?"
She said, "Are you getting rest?"
down by Frairs
Point
I got a pretty little thing, she's livin' down on
Friars Fairs town
Now you know the reason I carry that 32-20, man, I
Don't
New Yorkers
'Specially when you're sittin on 20's they get nauseous
Standin in the Azure with white air forces

[Chorus]
You can catch me in
Sleepless,
I shouldn't be here
Sleepless,
Twenty-four hours of searching

Down the narrow streeets
I can feel the breeze
Going small and tired, like me
Sleepless, I shouldn't be here
Sleepless, twenty four hours of searching

Down the narrow streets, I can feel the breeze
Going small and tired like me
Drink
well this is what I told her I'm tired of being alone (sista) she knew I called 20 times it didn't faze her it didn't freak her out and now I wanna see
To justify your madness
Will leave you crying
For the pain that grows

[Chorus]
Twenty-five years, twenty-five years
I tried to be a man and face my
'Specially when you're sittin' on 20's they get nauseous
Standin' in the Azure with white Air Forces

You can catch me in the parkin' lot
Hollerin'
I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat
So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street
And then I hollered,
Standing by the roadside
Old newspaper in my hand
Reading yesterday's headlines
Nothing new, I said it's all the same
Everywhere
I'm the fool
Well, I walked out of work
And I was tired as hell
Another day's come and gone and oh well
Somewhere there's a drink with my name on it

Well, I
America's as lonely as a widow and I am as tired as a king in four more =
Days I'll be home again and home is a wonderful thing its twenty to six =
Brazen days and frightful nights
Lips are loose brain clenched tight
Twenty-four turns eighteen
Weightless on a tired scene
Same sound, same feel
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
If you tired be quiet and go to sleep hoe, go to sleep
Go to sleep hoe, go to sleep, go
ever saw in me
Don't you know I may never pass this way again
Mama sets home awaitin' you to call by now daddy's lookin' tired
Wonder what can she be
weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself
I'm bone tired and fallin', can't you hear me callin'
I need somebody's help

I am a young man growin'
It was down in Old Joe's barroom, 
On the corner by the square, 
The usual crowd was assembled 
And big Joe McKinney was there. 

He was
weary tryin' to carry this load all by myself
I'm bone tired and fallin', can't you hear me callin'
I need somebody's help

I am a young man growin'
in Winnebagos from the Everglades
Pulled over by the troopers in the mirror shades
The Caravan is sorry
The driver has a twenty and change
There's a letter for the one that jumped highest
And one ran faster by far
One broke the 200 meters
And one broke her arm on the bar

The baseball team
A raggedy house a comfy couch, a window made of glass
A calico cat a Frigidair, a lawn that's full of grass
A mantel place a chandelier on a 8 by
It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
The usual crowd was assembled
And big Joe McKinney was there.
He was standing
It was down in Old Joe's barroom
On the corner by the square
The usual crowd was assembled
And big Joe McKinney was there

He was standing at my