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I got some bucks in my pocket a gut full of blues
churning in my stomach, in my heart, in my shoes
burning in my mouth like a stubborn dying tooth

I been searching every corner bar
for good time to ignite this
lonely lonely carcass
moping round lame and lifeless
oh me oh my man the irony is priceless
the cure of my blues is the cause of them too

hey hey hey ha ha ha hee hee hee
if god has got a sense of humor the joke is on me

do what I want, I got style, I got grace
so gracefully falling down on my face
it aint cool it aint good but it's o.k.
I'll get on up out this rut someday

I get stuck, I get stumped, I get carried away
stuck in all the in betweens that aint got no names
caught up in the bramble, stranded in the rain
I keep on writing rambling songs
but i aint going no place

self medicated, frustrated and jaded
so lonely lonely lonely getting fucked up and faded
there's so many girls in the bar tonight for a change
but my words keep getting slurred
as they make their way out my face

I aint known a woman's touch now for so many days
I've reached the born-again-virgin stage
of not getting laid
I know what to say and I know what to do
but I'm too messed up to get up and make a move

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from Brown Paper Bag, track released January 1, 2009

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