Beermerica

Feeding on foie and figs
Choking on cotes du rhone
A king of his own league going down the road alone
There’s a blonde wolf in the sky
He used to be my guide
Wonder if he’d know me now flash fried and frozen in my new grind
I’m stuck in music city with those Nashville blues again
Drive down the row congratulations signs
For “God Bless Beermerica”
My taste for flavor dying
You want variety?
Should we got both types
Ye nuevo country and all the one forms of Jack White, I might
Stuck in music city with those Nashville blues again
Come for the sangin career
Stay for the wait job, so dear
Got a bible on my tailgate
In a pair of Daisy Dukes
 
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