Well they ran out of letters on the marquee They can't spell my name And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache So if it's all the same Well [I'm loading out?] My line is drawn I'm headed home Watch me get gone
Well I wanna be a bottle on the top shelf Covered up in dust No, they won't be able to afford me They won't have enough Don't wanna be bought Don't wanna be sold Don't wanna be talked down to Don't wanna be owned
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Well the bartender's looking at me sideways Guess I don't have [it right?] But I've been tippin' like a canoe Smiling all damn night I guess I'll quit And just walk away I don't need this shit Have a good day
Well I'm playing for a fool in a barroom Stubborn as my dick He's yelling, "Sing another David Allan Coe song!" But I ain't sang one yet Well [I'm loading out?] My line is drawn I'm headed home Watch me get gone
Well they ran out of letters on the marquee They can't spell my name And I'm tryin' to dodge a little bit of heartache So if it's all the same Well [I'm loading out?] My line is drawn I'm headed home Watch me get goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
