TIM VERSIONGallons Of Style Lyrics
I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times
me and my friends have had through
the years for a pair of old chucks
and a worn thin shirt and somethin'
that sounds sweeter to the ears.
When your hands and eyes are tied to
industry you stick a flag in something
to call your own you're not left
at all with an unhappy life, you're
just left with a sad, sad song.
To pull me out of the ground thats
where I'm run into anymore
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It all got buried in the cold
hard ground so far down it all
burned to hell and nothin' ever
grows in the middle of a fire
except for dust and ash as far
as I can tell.
Now the tough folks here keep
on kickin' while the others
all get stoned and fade away
nothing's ever done without a
sage or a drunk that doesn't
have something beautiful to
these lyrics are submitted by kaan