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I wonder if the music is too loud or if I am just too soft. Cut my lip bleddin' blues into can RED, WHITE, BLUE My sunglasses are $ store commodity & clothes thrifty. Got my all-cotton white shirts runnin' roun Tejas Gallopin' legless into this can & that can SUPER IMPOSSIBLE is Bone dead ol' wives tale. A little trickery Here, there, everywhere Justa make ma shoes fit. Cuz no matter where ya walk there are bagpipes in the rain. Don't forget bout the ol' Beer cans in the road And numb legs dangling in Amsterdam Canals. Oh buddy, & I'm drinkin' another. An just like that: The blood had run And my can was DONE.
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
16 oz Can Blues
I wonder if the music is too loud or if I am just too soft. Cut my lip bleddin' blues into can RED, WHITE, BLUE My sunglasses are $ store commodity & clothes thrifty. Got my all-cotton white shirts runnin' roun Tejas Gallopin' legless into this can & that can SUPER IMPOSSIBLE is Bone dead ol' wives tale. A little trickery Here, there, everywhere Justa make ma shoes fit. Cuz no matter where ya walk there are bagpipes in the rain. Don't forget bout the ol' Beer cans in the road And numb legs dangling in Amsterdam Canals. Oh buddy, & I'm drinkin' another. An just like that: The blood had run And my can was DONE.
Fleetfoot
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Feb 15, 2014
Feb 15, 2014 at 5:44 PM UTC
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