Lyrics:
too shall
Pass me a beer, good buddy
'Cause I'm soaked to the bone and my boots are muddy
From walkin' through the rain of life's big storm
Well,
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working
Long as my two hands are fit
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
Even I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
As long as my two hands
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
I been a workin' man dang near all my life
I'll be working long as my two hands are fit
It's a big job gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been workin' man, dang near all my life but I'll keep workin'
Long as my two hands are
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
And I'll keep on workin' long as my
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars
Like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
It's a big job just gettin' by with nine kids and a wife
But I've been a workin' man dang near all of my life
I'll keep on workin' long as these
Concrete and cars are their own prison bars like this life I'm living in
But the plane brought me farther
I'm surrounded by water
And I'm not going back
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
your eyes
Thomas is in for a big surprise!
On the track, behind the trees
Far away, where nobody sees
Lives an engine, Hiro by name
Thomas gonna
you've always got money for
Gas money, food, money, electric, and rent
Car money, honey money, easily spent
Supplies are limited, as time screams by
All
you come around
Those beers might as well have been poured out
Why are you still showing up and bringing me down?
Why do I keep letting you get to me
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do, do you
Who do you think you are, Mr. Big Stuff?
Rock this motherfucker like "Three The Hard Way"
I'm
some ugly trees!
There was a werewolf honkin',
'long the side of me!
I'm mean 'n i'm bad, (y'know i ain't no sissy)
Got a big-titty girly by the name
Well, we grew up down by the railroad tracks, shootin' bibis at old beer cans
Chokin' on the smoke from a Lucky Strike somebody lifted off his old
Curing lepers
Rescuing hookers from getting stoned to death
By assholes who wanted to kill em cause they caught them fucking
Are you shitting me
If I had
to face
A bottle of red, a bottle of white
It all depends upon your appetite
I'll meet you any time you want
In our Italian Restaurant
Things are
past my prime
But pour some Jim Beam whiskey
And I’ll show you a real big time
You don’t need reservations
Drop by anytime
The sun is shinin’ in
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