Тональность: F major
Intro 1
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Verse 1
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When I was a youngin', well,
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I didn't need nothin'
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'Cept the food in my stomach,
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and the clothes on my back
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Now I'm a grown man, well,
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a practically grown man
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And I'm ridden with vices,
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I'm a train off its tracks
Verse 2
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Well, I'll smoke myself silly,
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I'll smoke myself dead
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I'll smoke myself straight up and
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I'll smoke 'till I practically
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can't smoke again
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But you bet your bottom dollar,
that if you came a- hollerin'
Well, I'd holler right back with
Interlude 1
a joint in my hand
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Verse 3
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I wasn't made to move a mile a minute
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If the world could just quit it, well,
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it'd mean the damn world
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but I can't seem to try
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So I guess I just lied, shit,
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Verse 4
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Well, I'll smoke myself silly,
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I'll smoke myself dead
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I'll smoke myself straight up and
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I'll smoke 'till I practically
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can't smoke again
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But you bet your bottom dollar,
that if you came a- hollerin'
Well, I'd holler right back
Verse 5
with a joint in my hand
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Well, I'm helpless and hopeless,
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I'm a do- nothin' deadbeat
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And it's frozen in concrete,
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there ain't nothin' I can do
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At least that's what I'm told,
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and so, when I grow old
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I'll a- smoke myself silly while
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