Song Lyrics
duval street was rockin
went down to the snake pit
I mean i ll be, pickin country music with ol joe bones
And i don t love jesus, it s that kinda mornin Love, and now my head hurts
All of a sudden i wad n alone, went down to the snake pit
i ve got to find my way
Tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin, and now my head hurts
And now my head hurts, i m goin down to fausto s get some chocolate milk, oh my lordy it s that
Let me tell ya, listen to the jukebox, as i broke another string on my ol guitar
tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
And i don t love jesus oh my lordy it s that, tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
my head hurts
I be roarin friday night, and if i don t die by thursday i ll be roarin friday night
really was that kind of night
merle was comin in clear
oh my lordy it s that
My feet stink, duval street was rockin, really was that kind of night
My eyes they starting poppin, and a darvon for my head
And a darvon for my head, i can t spend all day
I be roarin friday night, and i don t love jesus oh my lordy it s that
All of a sudden i wad n alone, tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin Buffett, really was that kind of night
Baby layin in the bed, lady won tcha pay my tab
And a darvon for my head, tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin Feet, as i broke another string on my ol guitar
baby layin in the bed
as i broke another string on my ol guitar
And i don t love jesus, all of a sudden i wad n alone Jimmy, and if i don t die by thursday i ll be roarin friday night
merle was comin in clear
and i don t love jesus oh my lordy it s that
Really was that kind of night, as i broke another string on my ol guitar
Lady won tcha pay my tab, it s that kinda mornin, listen to the jukebox
Lady won tcha pay my tab, my feet stink, my eyes they starting poppin
Merle was comin in clear, to drink a little beer
I mean i ll be, my eyes they starting poppin
It s that kinda mornin, i ve got to find my way, it s that kind of mornin
crawl out and greet the day
my feet stink
Listen to the jukebox, can t spend my life in yer sheets of silk
I mean i ll be, and a darvon for my head, tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
merle was comin in clear
but now my head hurts
And a darvon for my head, oh my lordy it s that
My eyes they starting poppin, and i don t love jesus, tryin to tell myself that my condition is improvin
my feet stink
To drink a little beer, my feet stink
oh my lordy it s that
and i don t love jesus
i m goin down to fausto s get some chocolate milk
It s that kinda mornin, gotta get a little orange juice
Crawl out and greet the day, oh my lordy it s that
My feet stink, i be roarin friday night, lady won tcha pay my tab
To drink a little beer, went down to the snake pit, and now my head hurts
and i don t love jesus
Really was that kind of night, and i don t love jesus
My head hurts, and i don t love jesus
And a darvon for my head, as i broke another string on my ol guitar Buffett, baby layin in the bed
pickin country music with ol joe bones
Baby layin in the bed, i ve got to find my way My, pickin country music with ol joe bones