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Монтгомери Джентри

At the ripe old age of nineteen I bought a short-bed pick-up-chicks machine Life ran on beer and gasoline A half a lap ahead of the law I had a fake

Granddaddy was Irish Cherokee Ran moonshine from here to Tennessee Spent half his life in the Montgomery county jail Grandma she got drunk and left All

Well, I don?t go out all the time What kinda fool do you think I am? But a rowdy Wednesday nighter Ain?t really somethin? you can plan Gotta be at work

I met an old man on a Greyhound On my way down to New Orleans He started talkin? in the backseat He pulled out a flask and passed it to me He said, ?

He works way too much for way too little He drinks way too early till way too late He hasn't had raise since New Years Day in eighty-eight Gets trampled

I have days where I hate my job This little town and the whole world too And last Sunday when the Bengals lost Lord, it put me in a bad mood I have moments

Clouds rolling by way up high Sometimes I wonder if you're up there in the clouds When it rains, skies are gray Is that you crying up there somewhere

Where I come from in Kentucky There was an old gray headed man The day I left he said, ?Sonny Well, I know you've got some big plans? Round here we all

Shotguns, halter tops A fire bird from a chop shop A six pack, ice cold Bud, screaming at the cop ?Hey, need another cold one? Can't you see, can't you