Bluesboys ft. Arvid Stenlund Lyrics

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I ain't got money in my pocket

But sheriff's on my tail

I'm a stumbling son of a gun

Calling me an outlaw

It's a bit of a stretch

I got the law enforcement thinking

That I've robbed myself rich

And I'm a fool

Yeah that's what they say

Im an old teller rockafeller

Not a desperado killer

Just a cowboy drinking my way to joy

I ain't got money in my pocket

But sheriff's on my tail

I'm a jackass son of a bitch

Calling me an outlaw

I don't know about that

I got the townsfolk talking shit behind my back

That I'm a

Fool

Yeah that's what they say

I'm that old teller Rockafeller

Not a desperado killer

Just a cowboy drinking my way to joy

I drink all night til the morning sun

At the saloon the only place to be

When the head is heavy

And you don't know what to do

Just let the whiskey flow

A drink or two

A game of cards

With the devil to set you free

I'm chilling with the blues boys n' a few cats

We're underground and still over your head, like roof rats

We pull up

Bootstraps

To cool

Wool chaps

Peace pipe

Dude pass

Peace pipe

Bluegrass

Ah, to the saloon, from the block

Ah, smoke in the room, smoky scotch

I flush down that straight rye

got three kinds of great fire

Go blues boys we paired up

its full house

We ace high

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Go Blues boys

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Go Blues boys

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Go Blues boys

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