Don't Get Around Much
Aint so tired of walking
That I’d spend my cash on gas
My pocket's light
It just aint right
Don’t get around much anymore
The stuff my friends been taking
Is like a trip across the sea
Small plastic bags
Sure make me mad
Don’t get around much anymore
Don’t get around much anymore
Don’t get around much anymore
Well they say it gets worse
Before it gets better
Things will get drier
Before they get wetter
Take you to the door
Say it aint as bad as that
Until you see the pit
Under the welcome mat
I’d like to go out driving
But I cant afford to pay no tolls
The merchant banks
Vikings Huns and Franks
Took out a lien on my soul
I ain't so tired of walking
That I’d spend my cash on gas
My pockets light
It just aint right
Don’t get around much anymore
Don’t get around much anymore
Don’t get around much anymore
(c) 2010 Barry/Read/Stormcellar