Shoe String
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โฑ๏ธ 3:08 duration
๐ ID: 4878669
๐ Lyrics
"That's so rock and roll", she said
A rollin' stone
A tumblin' boulder
I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
Read her a line from a poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
I set her straight with a letter, wait, let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the glass, let her wait
She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette, maybe we got cooked
Le Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave, but I never took
Turn the page, I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out, end the lease
Took a last look at the lady in the sheets, Twin Peaks
But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
Hold up
Good night, now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But if I had a dollar to go back, I wouldn't buy it
But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a box of Zinfandel and OJ
Hair of the dog, tattered and beat, scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots, I bury my claws
I told my momma, "Prepare me a cross"
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter, I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string
A rollin' stone
A tumblin' boulder
I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
Read her a line from a poem that's partly defined, rhymes
From the swamp where nothing grows
She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
I set her straight with a letter, wait, let her meditate
I poured the whiskey into the glass, let her wait
She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
Maybe brunette, maybe we got cooked
Le Creuset then maybe you let
Maybe you gave, but I never took
Turn the page, I wrote the book
28 days in a tour bus purgatory
28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
Checked out, end the lease
Took a last look at the lady in the sheets, Twin Peaks
But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
Hold up
Good night, now that's alright
Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
And my memories are violent
But if I had a dollar to go back, I wouldn't buy it
But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
Spent the other ten bucks on a box of Zinfandel and OJ
Hair of the dog, tattered and beat, scary and flawed
Sidewalk under my boots, I bury my claws
I told my momma, "Prepare me a cross"
Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
With no umbrella in the London rain
Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
Through a tunnel under moving trains
Though I'm a hunter, I still prey
The rule of gain
My third eye is the tool of aim
Manifestation is the coolest thing
Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
And I made bus call by a shoe string
Shoe string
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:30.45] "That's so rock and roll", she said
[00:35.24] A rollin' stone
[00:37.79] A tumblin' boulder
[00:39.18]
[00:45.94] I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
[00:49.09] The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
[00:52.42] And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
[00:55.54] Read her a line from a poem that's partly defined, rhymes
[00:59.98] From the swamp where nothing grows
[01:01.95] She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
[01:05.33] I set her straight with a letter, wait, let her meditate
[01:08.44] I poured the whiskey into the glass, let her wait
[01:11.78] She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
[01:14.86] Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
[01:18.65] Maybe brunette, maybe we got cooked
[01:21.87] Le Creuset then maybe you let
[01:24.92] Maybe you gave, but I never took
[01:28.31] Turn the page, I wrote the book
[01:31.41] 28 days in a tour bus purgatory
[01:34.54] 28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
[01:38.16] Checked out, end the lease
[01:40.82] Took a last look at the lady in the sheets, Twin Peaks
[01:44.62] But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
[01:46.63] Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
[01:49.71] Hold up
[01:50.55]
[01:55.67] Good night, now that's alright
[02:00.02] Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
[02:04.83] And my memories are violent
[02:06.53] But if I had a dollar to go back, I wouldn't buy it
[02:10.58] But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
[02:13.05] Spent the other ten bucks on a box of Zinfandel and OJ
[02:18.39] Hair of the dog, tattered and beat, scary and flawed
[02:23.04] Sidewalk under my boots, I bury my claws
[02:27.19] I told my momma, "Prepare me a cross"
[02:29.77] Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
[02:33.69] With no umbrella in the London rain
[02:36.18] Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
[02:39.50] Through a tunnel under moving trains
[02:41.73] Though I'm a hunter, I still prey
[02:43.67] The rule of gain
[02:45.76] My third eye is the tool of aim
[02:48.96] Manifestation is the coolest thing
[02:52.11] Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
[02:54.74] And I made bus call by a shoe string
[02:58.02] Shoe string
[02:59.77]
[00:35.24] A rollin' stone
[00:37.79] A tumblin' boulder
[00:39.18]
[00:45.94] I took a puff of my smoke and fumbled through my folder
[00:49.09] The pages sound like leaves under wondering soldiers
[00:52.42] And the moonshine through the wind of the whispering pines
[00:55.54] Read her a line from a poem that's partly defined, rhymes
[00:59.98] From the swamp where nothing grows
[01:01.95] She stood up crooked like a stop sign on a country road
[01:05.33] I set her straight with a letter, wait, let her meditate
[01:08.44] I poured the whiskey into the glass, let her wait
[01:11.78] She dipped her pot in the powder like a coke fondue
[01:14.86] Laid back in the condo and passed out blonde nude
[01:18.65] Maybe brunette, maybe we got cooked
[01:21.87] Le Creuset then maybe you let
[01:24.92] Maybe you gave, but I never took
[01:28.31] Turn the page, I wrote the book
[01:31.41] 28 days in a tour bus purgatory
[01:34.54] 28 minutes in a hotel tour glory
[01:38.16] Checked out, end the lease
[01:40.82] Took a last look at the lady in the sheets, Twin Peaks
[01:44.62] But I mounted up the mountainous terrain
[01:46.63] Mouth and all between with the mattress bouncin' out the frame
[01:49.71] Hold up
[01:50.55]
[01:55.67] Good night, now that's alright
[02:00.02] Threw on my aviators for the morning sunlight
[02:04.83] And my memories are violent
[02:06.53] But if I had a dollar to go back, I wouldn't buy it
[02:10.58] But I dropped four quarters in the wishing well
[02:13.05] Spent the other ten bucks on a box of Zinfandel and OJ
[02:18.39] Hair of the dog, tattered and beat, scary and flawed
[02:23.04] Sidewalk under my boots, I bury my claws
[02:27.19] I told my momma, "Prepare me a cross"
[02:29.77] Went down to the crossroads to bury my loss
[02:33.69] With no umbrella in the London rain
[02:36.18] Black skin beaver hat drippin' down the lane
[02:39.50] Through a tunnel under moving trains
[02:41.73] Though I'm a hunter, I still prey
[02:43.67] The rule of gain
[02:45.76] My third eye is the tool of aim
[02:48.96] Manifestation is the coolest thing
[02:52.11] Crew on the corner waiting for me by the Prevost
[02:54.74] And I made bus call by a shoe string
[02:58.02] Shoe string
[02:59.77]