Текстове на песни:
Buffett Jimmy A1A

out and I rallied and I sprung a few leaks But I got to stop wishin', got to go fishin' down to rock bottom again Just a few friends, just a few friends

and aunt The lived in a big house Antebellum style And the wind would blow across the old bayou When I was a tranquil little child Life was just a

behind door number three I plan my apparel, I wore a big barrel And they rolled me to the very first row And I held up a sign and it says, "Kiss me, I'm a

it cleans me out and then I can go on There's somethin' about this Sunday It's a most peculiar gray Strollin' down the avenue That's known as A1A Feelin

the people who retire in Florida Are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch And mobile homes are smotherin' my Keys I hate those bastards so much I wish a

Cause you'll only sing the blues down in Dallas Take it from me, don't go and cry [Chorus:] And I'm leaving this town as soon as I can Gonna stop off for a

a tire swing. 'Jambalaya' was the only song I could sing. Blackberry pickin', eatin' fried chicken, And I never knew a thing about pain. Life was just a tire swing. In a

of the people who retire in Florida are wrinkled and they lean on a crutch. And mobile homes are smotherin' my keys; Well I hate those bastards so much. I wish a

'm in love with a fast moving angel Dresses like the city girls do When we're apart there's no ache in my heart When we're together we're a hell of a