Old 97s

Old 97s - Smokers

rate me

She's a singer I'm a smoker

Dragging up all my extra store

She was singing I was smoking

Saving butts all I can afford

I'm just a smoking up what I got heavy into

Dragged it up coughed it up

Sat up wondering where you gone to

All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn

And called your name but you never came

I'm just sitting up its late

It's getting rough

It's two o'clock black and white

Ceilings got no good advice

All for your return I drank what wouldn't burn

And called your name but you never came

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