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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