Texty

I don't go to church on Sunday I don't go to work on Monday I sleep until I wake up To whiskey in my coffee cup And I take what the good Lord gave And that's the shovel that digs my grave I never really had a plan But everybody knows where I stand and In all my friends I see The same kind of crazy as me There's more colors than red and blue To paint the elephant in the room We piss and moan about that and this There's always another ass to kiss but I believe that freedom rings And I believe in the songs we sing I have a funny way you see Of what the world might someday be Why can't they just let it be? The same kind of crazy as me There ain't a single thing we own We'll take with us when we're gone So I'll just walk the earth a while Lend a hand and leave a smile And who knows how the whole thing ends? You can't tell me where or when So I'll just pray that when I'm done I meet the Father and the Son and And if I'm right they'll be The same kind of crazy as me There ain't a single thing we own We'll take with us when we're gone So I'll just walk the earth a while Lend a hand and leave a smile And who knows how the whole thing ends? You can't tell me where or when So I'll just pray that when I'm done I I meet the Father and the Son and If I'm right they'll be The same kind of crazy as me The same kind of crazy as me The same kind of crazy as me The same kind of crazy as me
Writer(s): Ward Davis, Cody Jinks, Greg C Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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