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Originally posted by Tyrone Bigguns
After a hard day of nothin much at all
Summers passed, its too late to cut the grass
There aint much to rake anyway in the fall
And sometimes I just aint in the mood
To take my place in back with the loudmouths
Youre like a picture on the fridge thats never stocked with food
I used to live at home, now I stay at the house
And everybody wants to be special here
They call your name out loud and clear
Here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one here today?
Well a drinkin buddy thats bound to another town
Once the police made you go away
And even if youre in the arms of someones baby now
Ill take a great big whiskey to ya anyway
Everybody wants to be someones here
Someones gonna show up, never fear
cause here comes a regular
Call out your name
Here comes a regular
Am I the only one who feels ashamed?
Kneeling alongside old sad eyes
He says opportunity knocks once then the door slams shut
All I know is Im sick of everything that my money can buy
The fool who wastes his life, God rest his guts
First the lights, then the collar goes up, and the wind begins to blow
Turn your back on a pay-you-back, last call
First the glass, then the leaves that pass, then comes the snow
Aint much to rake anyway in the fall
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