Lyrics:
boogie woogie too.
Let me rock it for you now!
Hey go hey hey in other words by the bar
and drink corn liquor from an old fruit jar
That's what it's
But it's hard to be merry
When the kids are all laughing
Saying hey it's Jerry Garcia
Ain't he cute?
The man in the Santa suit
And all the moms in
A house boat by it called the Gin Palace
Docked in White Trash Bay
We serve homemade tequila 23 hours a day
We got hand rolled cigars and a 3 foot
Jerry Garcia
Steve Earle, Jay Farrar and Bob Weir
Ramblin' Jack, Tom Paxton, Sonny Walker
But Woody Guthrie was the first punk rocker
I high fived a little kid
I thought I got Covid
Listened to Jerry Garcia
Made my own tortillas
Found a new cake mix
I checked my body for
thermometers
Popped them all then popped them in the jar
Tracy veronica holla back
They promise there’s no pyjamas
Insomnia when attack I attack like piranha
off by saying why you turn into a fucking snitch
Out in Disneyland finna go out and I'll take yo bitch
Fucking with that hoe and you wonder why you got
Baghdad
(Baghdad)
At 11:53 I instigate the day's ablutions
In the hope my constitution can be altered by some action on the bowl
But the total
cherry
But it's hard to be merry
When the kids are all laughing
Saying, hey it's Jerry Garcia
Ain't he cute?
The man in the Santa suit
And all
second one on the way
Garcia y Vega split up, kill the guts in the breeze
This is our backyard all grass and no seeds
Our own little place to escape
of Jerry Garcia
Super sex on water skis
Iced decaf and mocchaccino
And a hooker by the grinder please
Magazine, know what I mean
You go
a scar, bring to a pawn shop then you'll fill your whiskey jar
And buy a cigar, you're just a pathetic drunk
Never showered so you're stinking like a skunk,
who the problem is
Raised by blank computers and the footage of the users
Spliced together in a never ever loop of dull commuters
Hear Ye! Hear Ye!
Bread on the Table
Bread on the table, gas in the car
Every now and then a little whiskey in the jar
Gonna keep on workin' as long as I'm able
Doin'
from the top of a building
where he heard an angel sing
In a smoke stained whiskey bar
in a red house not too far
she is filling up a jar
with the money
Whack fol the daddy o
Theres whiskey in the jar
He counted out his money
And it made a pretty penny
I put it in my pocket
And I took it to my Jenny
She
Coasters in a bin is what we got
They had taken all the bevies
We did get a jar of whiskey though
And a bit of sarsaparilla
Went to trade it for a roach
Coasters in a bin is what we got
They had taken all the bevies
We did get a jar of whiskey though
And a bit of sarsaparilla
Went to trade it for a roach
Christmas night
Old Uncle Bob sleeping in the corner chair
Aunt Mary sipping from the jar over there
By the stove with the baby in her arms so sweet
Hey, hey mama life is a lonely time,
For a man who drinks his whiskey by the jar,
Now I do believe the life I lead
Won't get me very far
I was
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
out by the bonfire
Just some good ole boys having a dang good time
We crank it up, down here
We get loud, down here
Throwin' down, in the dirty dirty
ooo wee ooo wee
I just found a fuckin' jar of weed in my car
I be rollin' it, smokin' it 'till I'm up in a coma
Hopefully I'll control the speed
you
Shit feeling too hard to get far
Feeling like a butterfly, shit, stuck in a glass jar
Wanna be the man, you gotta risk it all
Girlfriend's
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