The Growlers - Heehaw Stomp lyrics
[The Growlers - Heehaw Stomp lyrics]
Soft hands with your head hanging low
You got no plans and nowhere to go
You're always lying ‘round and
You're always waiting
With your no good reasons
For your complaining
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
Don't have a back for the weight
Nobody to wait for food on the plate
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting on everyone else
Pick up your limp chin and
Tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today the man of today
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
Pick up your limp chin and
Tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today the man of today
The man of today has withered away
You got no plans and nowhere to go
You're always lying ‘round and
You're always waiting
With your no good reasons
For your complaining
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
Don't have a back for the weight
Nobody to wait for food on the plate
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting on everyone else
Pick up your limp chin and
Tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today the man of today
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
Pick up your limp chin and
Tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and
Leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight
On my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today the man of today
The man of today has withered away