Hey, Fuck Anita Bryant Who the Hell is she Telling all them faggots That they can't be free Throw that bitch in prison then maybe she'll see just how
I painted quite a picture for the girls in her home town And she was no exception to the rule Singing all them songs about the places I've been Made a
They judge a boy by his friends And all'a mine are trash They say you find your own level Well I'm a snake in the grass But I can't help the things I
I saw her through the window today She was sittin' in the Silver Spoon cafe I started to keep going But something made me stop She used to love me a lot
Capo on the third fret In an Alabama graveyard on a December day A young man with a guitar stares in to space and plays
This song is for all the people that's been reviewing our records in different magazines and things and say we sound a lot like Jimmy Buffett because
Mona Lisa lost her smile The painter's hands are trembling now And if she's out there running wild It's just because I taught her how The masterpiece
The old man was covered with tattoos and scars He got some in prison and others in bars The rest he got workin' on old junk cars in the daytime They looked
She said someday I'd understand What love was all about She said I could have the kids She was movin out Said she'd finally found a man Who's dick was
Laid back and wasted Driven to drinking A woman ain't nothing to lose Don't ever doubt it I'll live without it I'll give you the blues I spent a lifetime
She's hard to get started She's always so cold In the mornings I find her - She's looking so old There's so many miles I've been down that road once or
Lately I've been thinking too much lately I've been stayin' kinda stoned Maybe I need someone who can make me Feel like I'm not making it alone Lately
Well, today there's no salvation The band's packed up and gone And I'm left standing with my penny in my hand There's a big crowd at the station Where
Take this job and shove it. I ain't workin here no more. Women done left, took all the reason I was workin for. You better not try to stand in my way
River, you heard my first cry as a baby And, like my Mom, you sang me lullabies You knew my fishing pole When I was eight years old And, river, you never
The Devil went to Jamaica He was looking to sell some weed he was doin' fine, they were standing in line it was excellent weed indeed he came across a
Will you hurt me more Than the pain of sharing her With other lovers, believers or deceivers Well, the answer can't be found When I'm alone So Rachel,
yes, the roof leaks and the bed she squeak and the rent is due in just two more weeks now I just want to go back to sleep tomorrow's another day oh the