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COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Cody Jinks
Paroles/Composition
Ward Davis
Paroles/Composition
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Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
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Paroles
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
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