Lord I wanna walk it out Ain't nobody here but me All these empty bottles on the table here I know I didn't drink all this by myself I must have a blues hangover
What's this? My check? I don't have change for a grasshopper And that's two crickets Here come Bro Send him and his donkey But he ain't got no money Look like he done lost everything he evers had Hear me I done gave my baby twenty dollars For a Christmas present And all I got was this slice of jelly cake And Santa done ate that up And that's a whoop jelly
Well, I believe I'll go back on the step now With James, Rudolph, and Tomcat Get my head bad again Don't seem like nothin' goin' right for me today Here I go Same old thing again Look out nowTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
