På löpbandet denna vecka.
Denna är apbra.
Take me to a place where I don't care, this is me and my liquor store blues.
(Chorus)
I'll take one shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow.
Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
One shot for my pain, One drag for my sorrow. Get messed up today, I'll be ok tomorrow.
(Verse 2)
Me and my guitar tonight, singing to the city lights, tryna live on more than what I got.
Cause '68 Citrus ain't gonna pay the rent, so I'll be out here til they call the cops.
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