Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
Ron Sexsmith
When I think about those dog days
I was doing everybody wrong
Couldn't keep my thoughts straight
Coudln't keep my trousers on
Now I pray it's not too late
To take the chance before it's gone
That I don't go down that same road twice
That I won't be taking Satan's advice
I must admit I've paid that price
But I'm saying goodbye to bad advice
People you can save your judgement
For somebody who might give a damn
Go and blow your two cents
On a horn in a traffic jam
At any rate it's much too late to blame myself for who I am
Just hope I don't go down that snake road twice
That I won't be taking another bite
I must admit temptation's nice
But I'm saying goodbye to bad advice, oh
You, bad advice
I'm always making the same mistake
All this taking is hard to take
When I think about bygone days
I was doing everybody wrong
Always taking the long way
And ending up where I don't belong
Now I pray it's not too late to change the path I'm running on
Oh I hope I don't go down that same road twice
That I won't be taking Satan's advice
I hope the memories will suffice
But I'm saying goodbye
I hope I don't go down that snake road twice
That I won't be taking another bite
I hope the memories will suffice
But I'm saying goodbye
I must admit temptation's nice
But I'm saying goodbye to bad advice
I'm saying goodbye to bad advice, ohh
Bad advice, bad advice