Letra

I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people And I offered myself to the world I was a workshop owner I was a workshop owner I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel Diesel fixed me, what a weasel Baby was a workshop owner Baby was a workshop owner Baby and me were ripe for the pickin' Well, that was the day we ran into Albert Flasher It was a cold, snowy, rainy afternoon And we were sittin' there in high school, my school And Michael was a moonbeam maker Michael was a moonbeam maker I was a diesel fixer, fixed a diesel Diesel fixed me, what a weasel, oh, oh no Baby was a workshop owner Baby was a workshop owner Baby and me were ripe for the pickin' Well, that was the day we ran into Albert Flasher, ah I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people And I offered myself to the world I was a workshop owner I was a workshop owner I was a workshop owner
Writer(s): Burton Cummings Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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