The Tim Version - Gallons Of Style lyrics

rate me

I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times<br />

Me and my friends have had through<br />

The years for a pair of old chucks<br />

And a worn thin shirt and somethin'<br />

That sounds sweeter to the ears.<br />

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When your hands and eyes are tied to<br />

Industry you stick a flag in something<br />

To call your own you're not left<br />

At all with an unhappy life, you're<br />

Just left with a sad, sad song.<br />

<br />

To pull me out of the ground that's<br />

Where I'm run into anymore<br />

It all got buried in the cold<br />

Hard ground so far down it all<br />

Burned to hell and nothin' ever<br />

Grows in the middle of a fire<br />

Except for dust and ash as far<br />

As I can tell.<br />

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Now the tough folks here keep<br />

On kickin' while the others<br />

All get stoned and fade away<br />

Nothing's ever done without a<br />

Sage or a drunk that doesn't<br />

Have something beautiful to<br />

Say.