Conga Line

Hellbent on wasting all my money I got nothin' to show for the days I'd labored Back breakin', heart attack makin' How many laps are they all gonna watch you go? All the way 'round All the way 'round (Oh-oh) (Oh-oh) Even though my head's in a tailspin I keep my hat in the rain Heart breakin' all the rules you're makin' To keep me away, the odds are gettin' broken And slow down, will they? Ain't on my side I know that a surer bet's in town But they don't spin me right (Oh-oh) Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh) And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh) And the buzzards arrive, they keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh) So first take me all the way 'round And it hurts a little every day But I ain't gonna cut and run And any time you wanna try my love It's a sure bet ride from the gun And all the way 'round All the way 'round (Oh-oh) Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh) And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh) And the buzzards that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh) So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh) Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh) And all the best shit you say to me when we're high (Oh-oh) And the buzzards arrive that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh) So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh)