'll come a day when we won't be getting any The stain of the sepia the butcher Crimea Through the wreck of a brass band I thought I could see her In
get lonely on top You can hate me or love me, but now the cops the only homies he got When it's beef we eat, we win, but we ain't lonely we pop You sell
peelin my banana Hey! Now we spendin so much quality time The other women on my mind I left 'em stranded behind See we both were movin up, like George
trials Brother we?d just step outside Repeat Chorus Wouldn?t have to pay no tax Just set a tip jar in the back If we ran low we?d pass the hat
the flowers will bloom eternally Your leaving, it will bring autumn sorrow And my tears like withered leaves will fall But spring, it could bring some glad tomorrow Darlin' we could
(by George Jones) I can hardly stand the sight of lipstick on the cigarettes there in the ashtray. Lying cold the way you left them, but at least your
still, one thing remains the same I remember all the times we had pizza after every game I remember the music.. You bumped Coltrane, The Eisley's, Mays, George