Текст песни C.W. Mccall - Take My Duds To The Junkman
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(Ron Agnew)Take my duds to the junkmanGive `im ev`rything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an` my turquoise ringI gotta get out while I`m hotYou ain`t a-con-tri-bu-tin` to the way I`m livin`,Yer support don`t mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I`m not Put my cash in a root beer bottleBut you better hold back a dimeSo you can call someone who cares about a-hearin`You can tell `em how I wasted your timePack my songs in a suitcaseSend `em out to old Dave DeeAn` you can take them earplugs outta yer head`Cause you won`t hear a thing from me [Tap dance here, if you feel inclined.] Some times I`m right,Some times I`m wrong,But most a` time I`m in-betweenThere`s always somebody wantin` somethin` for nothin`Somethin` gettin` nothin` for meWell, you wanted me for dependencyBut my will just turned to won`tThough you never cared about me when I did,You gonna miss me when I don`t So, take my duds to the junkmanGive `im ev`rything I gotTake my brass belt buckle an` my turquoise ringI gotta get out while I`m hotYou ain`t a-con-tri-bu-tin` to the way I`m livin`,Yer support don`t mean a lotNobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I`m not Nobody gives a damn about what I am,They give me stuff about what I`m not