Pushed me off the street today The light in my eyes gets in the way Of the darkness you pushed me in You say that it's a sin we're hanging around You
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Pushed me off the street today The lamp light gets in the way On the darkness you pushed me in You say that it's a sin we're hangin' around You told
Saturday night I was downtown Working for the FBI Sitting in a nest of bad men Whiskey bottles piling high Bootlegging boozer on the west side Full of
Well, my baby and me went out late Saturday night I had my hair piled high and my baby just looked so right Pick you up at ten, gotta have you home at
the game, And she's a-doin' the same, And the whiskey flyin' into my head. The fiddler's arm has gone dead, And talk is beginning to spread When did our love go bad
the sun A deal gone bad in Dallas Left her burned and broke and on the run To make the rent and groceries She takes this job at dollar 3.15 an hour
Lord, Memphis looks, looks bigger at night And all the tattooed boys in their uniforms They stepped in and out of the light She bought me good whiskey
in a backwoods poker game Look at these holes in my tailgate Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's snub nose 38 Thank god he's a bad shot and I had that
tycoon In a backwoods poker came Look at these holes In my tailgate Their from Suzy Johnson's husband's Snubnose 38 Thank god he's a bad shot And I
exit, stopped and bought a cartons of cigarettes At that Indian smoke shop with the big neon smoke rings In the Cherokee Nation hit Muskogee late that night Somebody ran a stoplight at
He'd get home at five thirty Fix a drink, sit down in his chair Pick a fight with momma Complain about the kids gettin' in his hair At night he'd sit
blowing me up And there's three shots of whiskey In my coffee cup I'm a bad mutha fucka, heeh (Hehehehe) I'm a bad mutha fucka (I'M A BAD MUTHA FUCKA
juice 'Twas the night before my rad had to turn himself in One or less more violation and he's lookin' at ten So we gon' live it up and act bad balls
It was a night, I wanna tell you a story Saturday night I was downtown workin' for the FBI Sittin' in a nest of bad men whiskey bottles pilin' high A
? ? rose soon 'bout the news ?? down at the spanish moon Whiskey and bad cocaine Got me on ? ? train If that don't kill me soon The women will Down at
it's all slaves we all remember days in life when the pain came to type away the ... you pray at night, ah yeah, and we got a shot at all the motherfuckers
