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The Creekers - Swarpin'
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Текст песни: Hot dog, brother
Yinz ain't swarpin'
Woo
Well, my mind's goin' about 30 miles a minute
Searchin' for a thing and I can't find
Now I'm fillin' up my cup and I'm hopin' that's enough
I get all these worries off my mind
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gon' find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
Well, I was baptized in Evan Williams
Fell in love on a muddy bank
Now I'm wilder than 'em all, God sure blessed that alcohol
Lord, I'm actin' like I can't get enough to drink
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gon' find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
Oh, here they come
Mercy
When my younger days are over, I guess I'll change my ways
When I could trade a shirt that I'd bought from Billy Daves
And I like home liquor and the songs that Petty wrote
No, my good old days ain't a-leavin', son, let's take another toke
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gonna find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
Yinz ain't swarpin'
Woo
Well, my mind's goin' about 30 miles a minute
Searchin' for a thing and I can't find
Now I'm fillin' up my cup and I'm hopin' that's enough
I get all these worries off my mind
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gon' find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
Well, I was baptized in Evan Williams
Fell in love on a muddy bank
Now I'm wilder than 'em all, God sure blessed that alcohol
Lord, I'm actin' like I can't get enough to drink
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gon' find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
Oh, here they come
Mercy
When my younger days are over, I guess I'll change my ways
When I could trade a shirt that I'd bought from Billy Daves
And I like home liquor and the songs that Petty wrote
No, my good old days ain't a-leavin', son, let's take another toke
With the swarpin' and fightin' and the whiskey-drinkin'
And the up-all-nightin' and the back-porch-pickin'
I'm gonna find me a girl, show her what she'd been missin'
This is all, all that gets me through
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