THE BAR |
THat'll be three-fifty sir
If you would, you see,
Nothing in this world comes without a fee
So in they come, and out they go
Where exactly to and from I hardly know.
What i'm sure of though is wh... Posted by on Thu, 12 Feb 2004 10:53:00 GMT |
smokin on a night-train, suckin on a jelly-roll |
Don't have a clue what the hell that means, but I like the sounds of it. Reminds me of some old Blues guitarist, singing in the wind from a moving train, without a care in the world. Posted by on Wed, 11 Feb 2004 18:26:00 GMT |