I've been betting on the back of a pawn shop midget ringing all the bells cause I won't be quiet.
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I bang on the barrels in the boom town city
look for the bars where the girls go crazy.
Ride a razor when I should take a cab.
Swing from the rafters with a double flip land
straight in the pot where the big chips stand.
As I fill my pockets with a hundred grand
I think to myself I'm a lucky man, cause I'm
Washboard raised, watermelon thumpin,
bullfrog hunting for a midnight snack.
Barefoot running on the creek bed path;
slingshot humming from a rock attack.
Frog legs poppin on the wood stove grate,
tin roof shining from the full moon light.
Fireflies flashing in the foxtail patch;
porch swing dreaming on a moonstruck night.
Tin ladle dipping I'm a well water sippin
frog leg picking in them backwoods ways.
Polecat running down the barnyard path.
Hound dogs barking as I say goodnight.