Humble Hand Songtext
Well I remember being young, hell I think I still am.
Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate
Sippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bamshebam.
That's the last thing I recall, hell I heard I had a ball. \
I was sitting sort of crooked stable staring at the stars,
Overwhelmed by how many cars were parked at bars.
Could this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
Is this my calling? Am I falling, is this what I need?
Well I was sitting steady chilling on the tailgate
Sippin' on a day old pint of that Tennessee bamshebam.
That's the last thing I recall, hell I heard I had a ball. \
I was sitting sort of crooked stable staring at the stars,
Overwhelmed by how many cars were parked at bars.
Could this liquor make me sicker than we already are?
Is this my calling? Am I falling, is this what I need?
It goes boom, lights come flashing through the window pane lifts my arms throws my spirit in the pouring rain.
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time. What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday night?
Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over I get ain't got a lighter what I do I use the stove stova. Take another shower wipe it over rover chauffeur coming in a half an hour. Said I,
Should I start runnin'? I must be running out of time. What am I doing on this Louisiana Saturday night?
Can I get a cigarette? Fuma fuma pass it over I get ain't got a lighter what I do I use the stove stova. Take another shower wipe it over rover chauffeur coming in a half an hour. Said I,
BENJY DAVIS
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