i m cruisin down main street in an 87 chevrolet i m rollin down 174 tryin to find some more wish i had a little money i d spend it all on you i d buy us a quarter bag and twelve pack of brew and we ll get high and i drink well i m tryin not to think and i get stoned and i m drunk well i m tryin to change my luck just gettin by well i m a gettin by gettin high yeah walkin down browns mountain tryin to find my way around i hope i don t get stopped by the cops in this here town head on to the south side and the cemetery trails a worn out fishin hole where i raised a lot of hell there s a girl that lives on my street strawberry blonde she tastes so sweet i wanna tell her all the words in my heart she moved away then she tore my world apart fifteen minutes south of the fort worth city lights we watched football games here on friday nights i grew up slow and now i m livin so fast running out of liquor and this quarter bag won t last 
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