Lyrics

You know they gonna stop making them King size cigarettes And start making the Queen size because it's got a bigger butt D'you know why Elephants don't smoke? Because they can't get their butts in the ashtray I know a boy who took his girl out on the county road the other day Stopped his car and took his key out Says to his gal: "now you gonna be like a Camel, and walk a mile, like a Chesterfield that satisfies" She says "depends on whether it's a king size or regular Daddy" I was born during the hard depression day Oh, my Lord In July, in South Georgia Where the sun was hot in a blaze My folk was share cropper At the end of the year, we had nothing We had nothing, we had nothing but grasshoppers Looking back over my life Oh, Lord, I'm so depressed Help me, somebody, I need some rest Oh, Lord, I'm so depressed Every boy needs a girl Every girl needs a boy I'm a boy so full of love I have no one to hold my hand Tell me how long must I wander Tell me how long must I cry Will there be someone, someone to wipe Dry the tear from my eye Come on baby, rub my head Rub my head while I lay down in my bed Kiss, kiss me, kiss me, baby 'Til I feel alright, 'til I feel alright Hey, hey Hey, hey Oh, looking back over my life Oh, Lord, I'm so depressed Help me, somebody, I need some rest Oh, Lord, I'm so depressed Oh, Lord, I'm so depressed
Writer(s): Abner Jay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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