Every dollar I make is a buck I owe, And a forty hour week leaves ten to blow. But every game in this town is just a nickle and dime, And when the sun
Today an old heartache came calling An old flame I thought died out like some falling star Instead it's rekindling some embers That may start an out
Well, I've been runnin' down the road Tryin' to loosen my load I got seven women on my mind Four that want to own me Two that want to stone me One says
Callin' all girlfriends, spring break weekend, Meetin' at the texaco. Wine cooler's six packs, cigerattes and tic-tac's, Fill it up and hit the road.
Well,he was a New York attorney That would take a southern journey Into places that he'd never been She was a brunette out of Brooklyn Fast talkin' and
