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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andrew Michael Davis
Andrew Michael Davis
Guitar
Benson Charles Crain
Benson Charles Crain
Bass Guitar
Franklin John Ford
Franklin John Ford
Drums
James Marshall Ford
James Marshall Ford
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Michael Davis
Andrew Michael Davis
Songwriter
Benson Charles Crain
Benson Charles Crain
Songwriter
Franklin John Ford
Franklin John Ford
Songwriter
James Marshall Ford
James Marshall Ford
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Them Dirty Roses
Them Dirty Roses
Producer

Lyrics

Well, two years ago when I was just 20 years old Well, let me tell ya what happened to me I had a girl who I truly loved Yeah, we were happy as we could be We had a house, a picket fence We had a tire hangin' from a tree Everything was just as good as gold Until I caught the bitch cheatin' on me So give me back my cocaine Give me back my whiskey Forget about the time when you almost miss me Give me back my t-shirt Give me back my jeans I'll give you back your hand when you give me back my ring So give me back my ring Well, that's what happened to me I guess it happens all the time Everytime I think about that dude in my bed, I start to cry But I gotta keep my chin up Keep my head held towards the sky The same way she had another men I had another girl on the side So give me back my cocaine Give me back my whiskey Forget about the time when you almost miss me Give me back my t-shirt Give me back my jeans I'll give you back your hand when you give me back my ring So give me back my ring Bring it back, bring it back to me, baby Bring it back, bring it back to me, baby Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back to me Bring it back, bring it back to me, baby Bring it back, bring it back to me, baby Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back to me, oh So give me back my cocaine Give me back my whiskey Forget about the time when you almost miss me Give me back my t-shirt Give me back my jeans I'll give you back your hand when you give me back my ring So give me back my cocaine Give me back my whiskey Forget about the time when you almost miss me Give me back my t-shirt Give me back my jeans I'll give you back your hand when you give me back my ring So give me back my ring Hell, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, nah, oh, oh
Writer(s): Frank Ford, Ben Crain, James Ford, Andrew Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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