The Junkie And The Juicehead Minus Me
Key: AEnglish
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DI was a stumble bummin' down the Gneon Music City sidewalks
With the JunAkie and the Juicehead who had proGblems of their own
DStuck with luck it kept me standin' just a Gstep away from starvin'
And the taAlent that I swore I'd show beGfore I'd go Dback home
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Ninety Gdays I looked the army makin' neither love nor money
And my onDly set of clothes was gettin' cloEmser to the Abone
And Dthe Junkie placed an order with the ProGphet on the corner
And he Atold him of the Emsoul that Ahe'd been selGlin' for a Dsong
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He said my fuGture was my fortune but I Dlet it slip away
Slowly smoAkin' myself broke on eighty cigaDrettes a day
Findin' Gout that crime ain't all there Dis that doesn't pay
And wriGtin' words that no one's gonna see but did Ayou said it who Gsaid it
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I can read my fortune in the botDtom of a glass
And I Acan see it's time for me to Dmake my last request
Won't you Gfill my grave with whiskey when I'm laid aDway to rest
So the boys Acan say I drank myself to Ddead
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Well I Adrank the Dwhole thing over puttin' one and Gtwo together
And it adAded up to Gmore of what I Adidn't Gwant to be
I Dain't blamin' Music City but it's onGly gonna see me
One more Aday and the wake up and the time it Gtakes to Dleave
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Cause I Ggot a dirty picture of what could have been my future
In a DProphet pushin' day dreams on Ema corner for a fee
AAnd the wino Dlookin' lonely at a bottle getGtin' empty
And a hunAgry lookin' junkie huntin' Gtea in sympathy D
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And I bet Gthat junkie's laughin' after the life he Dthrew away
Slowly smokin' Ahimself broke on eighty ciDgarettes a day
Pleadin' Gdown the Prophet to a price Dthat he can pay
And writin' Gwords that no one's gonna see Abut did you said it who said it
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EGvery empty bottle Emis my private crysDtal ball
And starin' inAto the future findin' nothin' Dthere at all
Which is what GI'll miss tomorrow when the Dneon shadows fall
On the Junkie Aand the Juicehead minus me