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| Good times and riches and son of a bitches I've seen more than I can recall | |
| I've done a bit of smugglin' I've run my share of grass. I made enough money to buy Miami, but I pissed it away so fast | |
| This morning I shot six holes in my freezer. I think I got cabin fever. | |
| Warm beer and bread they said could raise the dead, well it reminds me of the menu at a Holiday Inn | |
| I got my Hush Puppies on I guess I never was meant for glitter or Rock & Roll | |
| Sailed off to Antigua, It took her three days on a boat | |
| If he likes you he'll smile and he'll say, 'Jimmy, some of it's magic, some of it's tragic, but I had a good life all the way.' | |
| Drive in, you guzzle gin, commit a little mortal sin, It's good for the soul | |
| Nothing to show but this brand new tattoo, but it's a real beauty, a Mexican cutie | |
| Oh it's the Bandstand, Disneyland, growin' up fast, drinkin' on a fake I.D. | |
| Way in the near future, Southeast of Disorder, you can shake the hand of the mango man | |
| I don't want to land in no San Diego, I don't want to land in Buzzard's Bay, I don't want to land on no latolah, I got nothing more to say | |
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| Standin' in a sunlit lane, Hidin' 'hind a rainbow's wall, slippin' and a slidin', all along the waterfall | |
| I really do appreciate the fact you're sittin' here, your voice sounds so wonderful, but yer face don't look too clear | |
| The walls that won't come down, we can decorate or climb or find some way to get around, cause I'm still on your side, from the bottom of my heart | |
| But the jungle drums are beating with the tales from late last night cause the stories bear repeating for everyones delight | |
| Water bars and Brontosaurs, Chinese modern lust, Shake and bake life with the quake, The secret's in the crust | |
| So let the winds of change blow over my head, I'd rather die while I'm living than live while I'm dead | |
| Daddy shucked that sugar cane, One day he fell dead. Jesus had a wanderin' feelin' Swimmin around in his head. | |
| I had to search my memory as I looked into those eyes, Our lives change like the weather but a legend never dies | |
| I know I don't get there often enough, But God knows I surely try, It's a magic kind of medicine that no doctor could prescribe | |
| Well, he's on his third drink before the wheels of the plane leave the ground, making points with the stewardess climbing over Long Island Sound | |
| Ain't had a day off now in over a year, my Jamaican vacation's gonna start right here, if the phone's for me you can tell 'em I just sailed away | |
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