歌詞

Well you got me on the down low Swinging up I only want your affection So give me some Keep it going 'til the break of dawn You wanna see a dog cry Don't give him a bone Well it's a hustle So why not give it a chance To make an old man tussle And a graveyard dance And it's a cold road I'm trying to sell my soul To make a penny and a dollar Just to take me home We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to Now, everybody lift me up I ain't had a come up in 20 years I think my mama was right, no The devil lives in the nine to five And when the paper hits your hands Well it just don't jive And it's a hustle So why not give it a chance To make an old man tussle And a graveyard dance And it's a cold road I'm trying to sell my soul To make a penny and a dollar just to Take me home We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to Let me in, I wanna die We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to riches We're turning rags to
Writer(s): David Carlson, Julia Carlson, Jay Brunswick, Robert Brock Berryhill Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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