The Revivalists - Common Cents lyrics
[The Revivalists - Common Cents lyrics]
This life's as crazy as it seems, son
Don't you ever think twice
Get a bullet in your back, boy
If a knife won't just suffice
You thought you had some common cents
Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke
Well now you off on the other side
Of the fence, you're all alone
Just hopin' and a prayin' you don't
Choke on a big dog bone
'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing
You really realize, or sing in vain
So I think I think I think
Well I think I choose the latter man
Oh, yes you were an angel
And you held me through tha fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Full of cocaine and desire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife
Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But, if I get us stuck in between
At least I'm here in home New Orleans
New Orleans with the and them gravel lanes
And them hula games
Ya bro-o-o-oke ya bro-o-o-oke
Ya bro-o-o-oke ya bro-o-o-oke
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
Yeah
Oh, yes you were an angel
I said yes you were an angel
Oh, yes you were an angel
Said yes you were an angel, yeah
Yes you were an angel
And you held me through tha fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Had to sit up and prespire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife
Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But, if I get us stuck in between, yeah
At least I'm here in home New Orleans
New Orleans with the and the gravel lanes
And them hula games
Don't you ever think twice
Get a bullet in your back, boy
If a knife won't just suffice
You thought you had some common cents
Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke
Well now you off on the other side
Of the fence, you're all alone
Just hopin' and a prayin' you don't
Choke on a big dog bone
'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing
You really realize, or sing in vain
So I think I think I think
Well I think I choose the latter man
Oh, yes you were an angel
And you held me through tha fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Full of cocaine and desire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife
Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But, if I get us stuck in between
At least I'm here in home New Orleans
New Orleans with the and them gravel lanes
And them hula games
Ya bro-o-o-oke ya bro-o-o-oke
Ya bro-o-o-oke ya bro-o-o-oke
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
(Ya bro-o-o-oke, Ya bro-o-o-oke)
Yeah
Oh, yes you were an angel
I said yes you were an angel
Oh, yes you were an angel
Said yes you were an angel, yeah
Yes you were an angel
And you held me through tha fire
All those long, hard nights babe
Had to sit up and prespire
So if you choose to retire
I hope I meet you up in that afterlife
The afterlife
Tell Janice I'm comin' home
Jimmy I won't be late oh sweet, sweet Brandy
You could have never been to my state
But, if I get us stuck in between, yeah
At least I'm here in home New Orleans
New Orleans with the and the gravel lanes
And them hula games