Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
Swingin’ Utters
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I got Cigarette Ashes
And tickets to free dances
A buck bottle of wine
Under a minute of my time
I'll give you all that I can, son
It may be less than I have, son
Don't burn the ties that border us, son
Don't waste my time
You're no son of mine
I've got so many errands to run, son
Fraternize with poker buddies and their cash, son
I spent the better part of life
Singing you stupid lullabies
Handcuffed tight behind your back
Under your mother's watchful eye
God rest her soul
God bless a wasted life