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Strollin' along the waterfront docks With my pride in a puddle and my heart in a box Gonna put her in the water, see if she floats I got a sneakin' premonition that she probably won't Taped up, nailed down, properly locked Yeah my pride's in a puddle and my heart's in a box Got a clogged radiator, a bad set of shocks I got a black Trans Am but she's up on blocks Gonna put her on the road, see if she rolls Neighborhood kids tell me that she's too damn old Cracked windshield but the radio rocks I got a black Trans Am but she's up on blocks A burnt-out barbeque, a tv in hock A frozen thermometer, a wound-down clock They tell me that I'm livin' on borrowed time I don't know whose it is if it isn't mine I'm a junkyard baby, overstocked I got a frozen thermometer and wound-down clock Got a fallow field, a shepherdless flock The hens are in the henhouse courtin' the fox Mule ran off with the plow I'm drawing sour milk from a sallow cow The wolves do the jitterbug with the ox The hens are in the henhouse courtin' the fox I got no shoes, got holes in my socks Summa cum laude from the school of hard knocks I deserve everything that's come my way Some good, some bad, some's hard to say You might be surprised if these scars could talk I'm summa cum laude from the school of hard knocks Strollin' along the waterfront docks With my pride in a puddle and my heart in a box Gonna put her in the water, see if she floats I got a sneakin' premonition that she float like a boat Open up wide, I'm sailing through your locks With my pride in a puddle and my heart in a box
Writer(s): Chris Bullinger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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