Well this town's slowly breaking my back
I can't pay for the drinks that I just drank
Franky's sitting here laughing about the checks he collects
that 5 dollar bill thrown around without regret
he talks the tall-tale tongue
Holes in pockets, this lint ain't worth a dime
shooting nine ball with Les just trying to waste time
gonna go home and lay down for a while
these dreams are the only thing that ease my mouth to a smile
suppose to rain tomorrow too
midwestern dreams, the front porch shade in old blue jeans
let's take that 350 for spin
I heard Dawn will give it to you if you ask her to
She's faster than that piece of shit you got
well I just got paid
what'll ya say
we'll grab some cigarettes and waste the day away
lying in the grass
you're talking out your hat
I think Jane's got the perfect ass
it's hard every time she passes by
I got sleep in my eyes
the sun went down an died
I head down to the Matador lounge
Lottie's gonna give me one on the cuff
she been their everyday of her life
she knows that it's rough
somebody's sitting on my stool
lyrics
TJ - guitar, vocal
Tom Dostel - vibraphone
Eric Grffin - drums
Eric Straumanis - bass
Darren Matthews - lead guitar
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