Lyrics:
paper trait, stale stakes. Looking at the waves in Fourchon, Wishing I was really in Tucson, Came up middle,no poupon, Could Really of ended up in group
worth I know my worth Three in the morning I'm on the road Off to Fourchon to get another load I do it for the money I hate driving Wanna get the bands
à coup d'batoué c fére péter la roche du doué Je m'éperchis em' p'tit pour vére Qhi qu'était bién la lavandière Etait la Marie du Fourchon La plus jolie
miyardair's Y'a des mi-mignons Qui font leurs affaires A Cann's-li-fourchons Et tout ça s'arrange Quand le soir est bleu D'un bonheur étrange Pour un' heure ou
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