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I can barely feel the sheets with all these crumbs in my bed
How can I get to sleep all this buzzin' in my head
And who'd have ever I'd not complain about a mess
me right I guess
This is I get
For eatin' crackers my gin
And drinkin' in my sunday

The telephone is by the bottle, which is by my bed
From time to time I give it a rattle to make sure that it's not
I will wait here for your till I run out of cigarettes
I love to the part of the damsel in distress
Flickin' ashes in my
in my sunday dress

Well I've been on the to this and I've been on the way to this
But who'd a'think it'd come to
Don't let on seem me like this

My old sounding just as twangy as a fender
My radiator growls elvis after sunday dinner
I've drained my last tequila and I've thrown away the
poured out all the wine
From how on but the best
and pasty cline while drinkin' in my sunday dress

Well been on the road to this and I've been on the way to this
I surely a hypocrite
I've had my fun and now I confess

Our reverend is a soul
Repents 'em on a
His is not inked in gold
He's not the cheatin'
One after meetin'
I was in the line
He said seen you from the altar
Gulpin' down communion
remember who's beside you
When no business of mine