Testi:
Cross Canadian Ragweed Cross Canadian Ragweed

Sirens wail and a flashing light: Nothin' better to do on a Tuesday night, But give me hell. Where you headed, what are you out for? Don't see much of

Check me out in my easy chair Bottle in my hand How it ever got to go far I guess I'll never understand Cause I bend and bend until I break Then I bend

42 more miles This stuff it cramps my style Broke down on the side of the road A thousand flies a buzzin' Sittin', spittin', and cussin' Sittin' on top

I'd build a ladder to the moon There I'd carve your name If it would brighten up this room But you know that anyway I can't be the rock Not today Sometimes

This is personal Worse than I thought it was Worse than it could be Worse than a hole in me You came with fire And left it in me Deep down it sits And

Ain't it true what they say, Every dog has his day? I never had mine: I guess it was time. Send me on down the line, One piece at a time. She got her

One day Jesus, He's gonna come back, And say: "Enough of this, you're getting' way off track. "All the stealin', cheatin', lyin', all the little babies

Gene Collier Them boys from Oklahoma roll their joints all wrong They're too damn skinny or way too long I ain't no holy roller so I just use a bong

The O.H.I.O. S.H.P. Had a quota to fill, that quota was me One helluva night down at the H.O.B. 51 pieces on the side of the road Francis Ford and Mary