Curly would drive that old pickup truck Lilly would roll a cigarette They never sweated the money the made They get by just fine on anything they get
Curly worked the Dobro for seven long years Always on the road not at home He told Lilly one day before it all slips away Let's take the kids out there and make it on our own
Chorus: It's good times 'tiil they get here Short time 'til they're gone Just picking and singing in a family band Traveling and living off the land
Picking and fishing and meeting other folks Making home brew and cooking steaks Wear your old clothes and drive those old country roads Live your mistakes and make up your own breaks
They traveled this country from L.A. to Maine Seattle and back to Key West Through hundreds of gigs and all the miles they did They say that raising five kids tops the list
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Curly told me if you want to be free You got to be your own boss Be fair with those you like, do what you think is right If they still don't like you, pack it up and walkTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
