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Well, money's gettin' cheaper
Prices gettin' steeper Found myself a woman But I just couldn't keep her Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff Well, pork chops on the market Ask the butcher for a pound Couldn't buy a pork chop When I laid my money down Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money Just keep spendin' the stuff Well, politicians are tellin' folks To cut out on their meat Why don't they cut the price And let the people eat? Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff Well, I can't afford to live I guess I'll have to try Undertaker's got a union And it costs too much to die Times gettin' tougher than tough Things gettin' rougher than rough I make a lot of money I just keep spendin' the stuff |
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On the wall and on the ceiling, I see your face all night long
On the wall and on the ceiling, I see your face all night long Well, I've got the blues so bad I wanna leave my happy home, happy home I'd rather be on a freight train than layin' here in my bed I'd rather be travelin' than layin' here in my bed 'Cause I've got you on my mind and freight trains in my head I'm gonna grab me a freight train and ride all night long Yes, I'm gonna catch me a freight train and ride all night long And tomorrow mornin' I'll be a long ways from home |
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I'm goin' back to Cane River, down Lou'siana way
I'm goin' back to Cane River, down Lou'siana way Back to Cane River, that's where I'm gonna stay I've got a Creole beauty, cute as she can be She gives me plenty lovin', ev'rything belong to me I'm goin' back to Cane River, down Lou'siana way Back to Cane River, that' where I'm gonna stay She's got chicken in the yard, hogs in the pen Cows in the pasture an' corn in the bin I'm goin' back to Cane River, down Lou'siana way Back to Cane River, that's where I'm gonna stay |
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Let's have a party an drink up a lot of beer
Let's have a party an drink up a lot of beer Well, wine is fine but give me lots of beer Wanna drink some beer, talk some trash this mornin' Let's drink some beer 'til the rooster crows at dawnin' Well, wine is fine but give me lots of beer (Drinking beer) Well, early in the mornin' (Drinking beer) Yes, in the afternoon (Drinking beer) Yes, in the evenin' (Drinking beer) Ah, in spring Wine is fine but give me lots of beer Now lite beer is real beer Dark beer's real gone too You drink too much ale, you get put in jail So I think I'll stick to home brew Drinking in the mornin', had a little stout A little stout'll make you poke way out Drink it by the case and order some more Call all the neighbors, they're right next door Well, in the evenin' Well, in the afternoon, drink beer Well, in the evenin', drink beer Yes, it's spring Wine is fine but give me lots of beer |
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