Lyrics:
forty-
five so i flip the record over
and she remembers with the smack of a snare.
cll through the hour we're serenaded
by the phantom voice of patti
and a quarter, babe
Big-block she'll do all the work
So we can ride in style
Leather on those bucket seats
Carpet double pile
Chrome that takes the moonlight
to town
I patched the wheels and I watered 'em down
Keep her in shape so she'll be fine
To haul my cotton come pickin' time
Haul my cotton come pickin'
She's got wings that shine so bright.
They keep her up most every night.
Burning the candle at both ends.
Livin' a lie up with all her friends.
I live on the west side, by the county reservoir
And she lives down on depot street, behind the city hall
Behind the city hall
Her father's name
turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again
When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your
wallet's filled with pictures
She gets 'em one by one
She gets so excited
Watch her look at her run
Oh mommy mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight
and I've gambled in Spain
If I have gambled, I'll win you next game
My oh, huh, huh, huh
I'll build me a cabin on the mountain so high
So I can say
Soul love, the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love, and how my God on high is
All love, though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By
wallet's filled with pictures
She gets 'em one by one
She gets so excited
Watch her look at her run
Oh mommy mommy
Please may I go
It's such a sight
head
It’s always her
It’s always hers
It’s all a blur
She told me she don’t want to die
But her wrists say otherwise
She said she only feels when high
mean son-of-a-bitch
Everything is so fast and so crazy
But the day still slowly slips on by
And when that five o'clock whistle starts to blow
I'll be
[Originally by Social Distortion]
High school seemed like such a blur,
I didn't have much interest in sports or school elections.
And in class I
clothes
I got my fur on, feelin' like Jerome
She got her fur too, we get our his and her on
Don't look at the jewelry, or get your blur on
Too close
afraid
You're too far down by now to be scared
Two hundred eighty-seven feet
I saw Jesus and it made sense that He was there
So belong but don't be
Soul love, the priest that tastes the word and
Told of love, and how my God on high is
All love, though reaching up my loneliness evolves
By
don't cry
Summertime, summertime, summertime
And the living is, living is easy
Fish are, I know the fish are jumping
And cotton is so high
Your
people eat marshmallow pies
Everyone smiles as you drift past the flowers
That grow so incredibly high
Newspaper taxis appear on the shore
Waiting
at what you've got that's wrong
So high she doesn't know I'm right
My baby when she's by my side
She's dancing on the stage tonight
Now she's your enemy
She came in eyes a blaze not high but killed with that gaze
Hips went back and forth like I was stuck in a maze
Mile smile had me amazed talk about
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
infirmary, I saw my baby there
She was stretched out on a long white table,
So sweet, cool and so fair
Let her go, let her go, God bless her
Wherever
the crow told me
Way down yonder by the sycamore tree
Well I had an old cow and she slobbered so bad
I spent all my money that I ever had
I went
and I'll go mine
Before the smoke clears, let's agree that's all she wrote
Let's say goodbye, say goodbye on a high note
We know what comes next when
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