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Somebody breathin' down my neck While I'm tryin' to roll the bones I don't care, I'll just float a check 'Cause I'm feelin' my gamblin' Jones Here come
When you're driving down the highway at night And you're feelin' that Wild Turkey's bite Don't give Johnny Walker a ride 'Cause Jack Black is right by
I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the Pan Am Highway through With that cactus friend of mine It's gettin' hard to
I say, "Hey, Snappy Kakkie Do you wanna play?" I say, "Hey, Snappy Kakkie" I said, "Whatcha' say" The water she is nice we can steal away They'll never
She used to drive a beat up pickup Down around San Antone Stealin' the heart of every guy in town Includin' the one I own But this sweet young thing
Mister Ten Dollar Man with that gold in your hand Comin' 'round here after sunlight With your peaches and your pream And your rollin' magazine Tellin'
"Oh, I'm makin' my way back home" Least that's what I told her on the phone Been a while since I made her smile And I know she's gonna dig my style Could
: When you're driving down the highway at night And you're feelin' that wild turkey's bite Don't give Johnny Walker a ride Cause Jack Black is right
: I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! Do you wanna play? I say Hey! Snappy Kakkie! I said whatcha' say! The water she is nice we can steal away They'll never know
: I'm gonna tell ya what it's all about Sweet thang's tryin' to put me out She gone and found herself another man She tryin' to let me down as fast as
: Mister Ten Dollar Man with that gold in your hand, Comin' 'round here after sunlight With your peaches and your Pream And your rollin' magazine, Tellin
: Oh I'm makin' my way back home Least that's what I told her on the phone Been a while since I made her smile And I know she gonna dig my style Could
: Somebody breathin' down my neck While I'm tryin' to roll the bones I don't care I'll just float a check Cause I'm feelin' my gamblin' Jones Here come
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: Did you ever hear the story That happened not long ago 'bout the man with a tan: El diablo de Mexico? And this man played his hand And he lived by
: I've gotten good at missin' her I practice all the time While I drive the Pan Am highway thru With that cactus friend of mine It's gettin' hard to
: She used to drive a beat up pickup Down around San Antone Stealin' the heart of every guy in town Includin' the one I own But this sweet young thing
