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Drive-By Truckers
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Birthday Boy
Lyricist:John Michael Cooley
Which one's the birthday boy? She said, 'I ain't got all night' What your momma name? You can call me what you like
Every skin in history Gotta make it hard somehow Sit your bare ass down right here I'll solve yours right now
Got a girlfriend, don't you, boy? Nervous hands can't lie Married men don't ask how much Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Single one's ain't buy
One day you've got everything Next day it's all broke Let this Trixie sit up front Let her wipe your nose
Working for the money like you got eight hands Flat on your back under a mean old man Just thinking happy thoughts, breathing in
Between your momma's drive and daddy's belt It don't take smarts to learn the tune [Incomprehensible ]
Pretty girls from the smallest towns Can't remember life's storms and droughts That old men talk about the years to come
I guess that's why they give us back So few old man can say They saw us when we were young
Which one's the birthday boy? She said, 'I ain't got all night' What your momma name? You can call me what you like
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