He's got greasy hair, greasy clothes
But when you ask a man,
man he knows he's got a smile
He's got a couple of fingers on his toes
Last time he seen him,
man who knows
He's built down by the bottom
And he lets it all slide
We come together, we can ride
Lay back and feelin' high
Got some money and a dress
So much you made yourself
but it's been a
mess
He's got the way of talking,
he does it slow
He's been crass, he's been mean
Some of the things he said
I ain't never seen
Like a big maw maw banging
on my door
You start to come in, is this the right house?
They tend to do it slow
You threw the moment to the wind
And do it power and it's light
Got my count, and I counted right
I got home sometime last night
I didn't recognize myself,
or the way that I spoke
Got into a round with a friend
That once told me back, back when
You were a better man when you
called your shit out
That's your opinion,
you're kinda wrong
Let's get to feelin' nice
You get to come home in the mornin'
I get to feelin' right
Ooooooo
Oooooooo
say ooooooo
You get to come out on to a limb
He stands there calling you his friend
Give me the runaround, then insist,
things were better back then
You