The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
The Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
In a package that comes in the mail everyday
I received my headache and failed to relay
All the things that I'm constantly hoping to say
To those who we all hold so dear
I once had the knack but it didn't last long
The last time I had that, it wasn't that strong
It's clear to me now that it's all turned out wrong
For those who we all hold so dear
Oh-ho, and it's making me cry
Oh-ho, they won't let me get high
I can remember when things weren't so tough
Just a few worries but still not enough
They soon began building and too much to tell
To those who we all hold so dear
Oh-ho, and it's making me cry
Oh-ho, they won't let me get high