Letra

One, two, three I got lost down in Rio I was running from the FBI Yeah, they had me on some charges back in San Anton' You know I never got the reason why I turned up in a casino And my hands up and ready to fight The whole damn Mariachi band For playing the same tune twice I get high 'cause I want to I get low every day I get high 'cause I want to Gotta do something To keep the blues away You know the last time that I seen her My girl was lookin' mighty fine Starin' through the glass at a police station Just tryin' hear, the end of the line I know I said it and I mean it I am tryin' to change my life But when time's get tough, yeah, the tough get hard And you can cut me with a butter knife I get high 'cause I want to I get low every day I get high 'cause I want to Gotta do something To keep the blues away I get high 'cause I want to I get low every day I get high 'cause I want to Gotta do something High 'cause I want to Low every day High 'cause I want to Gotta do something Keep the blues away
Writer(s): Evan Michael Westfall, Steven Taylor Meier, Matthew Joseph Vinson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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