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Jb And Moonshine Band

You could say I've always been a dreamer And that's how I'll always be, no matter if it's right or wrong Chasin rainbows that I can't seem to catch a

I'm at home with a pile of junk, that's alright with me I'm right at home with a pile of junk, honey it don't bother me See I could be rolling all candied

All alone the other I get to drinking and thinking about the woman of this old world, Well I known quite a few but between me and you I ain't never met

I got whisky drunk last night and wound up saying things that I never should have said Lord I wish I could erase the fact that I woke up in someone else

phones He'd get a page, and we'd be gone we must've moved a thousand pounds God bless the good old days, when all we had to do was ride and blaze Yeah

This is gonna hurt This is gonna sting a little bit Them sticks and stones, No they ain't got nothin on this here See it wouldn't be right to keep leading

back to jail again There ain't no way in hell I ain't sittin in no cell again i ain't waitin on no bail Cause you ain't drunk no more, you're just cold and