Vārdi:
Al The Great

What they gives you blood? Three months man Whatchu doin' in here anyway? You oughta be home with your momma How old are you boy? Thirteen Thirteen? Damn

Summer time and the wind is blowing outside In lower Chelsea and I don't know What I'm doing in this city The sun is always in my eyes It crashes through

how his soul goes on forever And time is just a hunger It leads itself to nothing When it finally takes us over I hope we float away together Yeah, time's the great

She was starin' out the window of their SUV Complainin', sayin', ?I can't wait to turn eighteen? She said, ?I'll make my own money and I'll make my own

well Well, in that great gettin' up mornin' (Fare ye well, fare ye well) Lord, in that great gettin' up mornin' (Fare ye well, fare ye well) Well, in that great

Well this life that I live has took me everywhere There ain't no place that I ain't never gone But it's kind of like the saying that you heard so many

I never thought that this is where I'd settle down I thought I'd die an old man back in my hometown They gave me this plot of land Me and some other men

Awesome Chrome, she can see herself in the shiny grill and the Wire wheels of a red Chevelle with four on the floor and the top down Chrome, zippin'

You're doin' all you can, to get in them old jeans You want that body back, you had at seventeen Baby, don't get down, don't you worry 'bout a thing '