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Song for John Daly
by The Downstreamers
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There was a time when I used to go out
On that road without looking back
Pack up the trailer and run into night
Watch the street disappear into black
But somethin' ain't right cuz the dark of the night
Don't feel much like home anymore
You're down and you're up, but mostly you're down
And before long it's your ass out the door
Man, I was on top of the world for a while
My face was on every T.V.
And there wasn't no driver in the whole of the nation
Ring like mine at the swing of the tee
From nothing to something then back down to nothing
I guess that's the way that she goes
People will leave you and life will bereave you
Of all of the seeds that you sow
But I know the bottom
And what it is to be forgotten
And I know what they say about me
And all I need
Is some vodka with lemonade
And some sweet Southern iced tea
I don't know which way
My luck's gonna turn out
And I don't know what they'll write about me when I die
But I know in the meantime
That I've got a tee time
And I'll be damned if I make it there dry
There was a time when I used to go out
On that road without looking back
Pack up the trailer and run into night
Watch the street disappear into black
But somethin' ain't right cuz the dark of the night
Don't feel much like home anymore
You're down and you're up, but mostly you're down
And before long it's your ass out the door
Man, I was on top of the world for a while
My face was on every T.V.
And there wasn't no driver in the whole of the nation
Ring like mine at the swing of the tee
From nothing to something then back down to nothing
I guess that's the way that she goes
People will leave you and life will bereave you
Of all of the seeds that you sow
But I know the bottom
And what it is to be forgotten
And I know what they say about me
And all I need
Is some vodka with lemonade
And some sweet Southern iced tea
I don't know which way
My luck's gonna turn out
And I don't know what they'll write about me when I die
But I know in the meantime
That I've got a tee time
And I'll be damned if I make it there dry
