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Kami Lyle - The Grocery Song lyrics
My paper cuts have turned maroon The color of my bow I tied it like a noose today And I almost got sent home 'Cause I just sack the groceries here And I watch your world go by The big black belt keeps turning 'round And that Southern sun is in my eyes And chickens keep on drifting down In plastic bags of red With turkey necks and smoked hog jowl And none of it looks very dead And I'm a vegetarian And I'm not from the South But if I were you I'd bury them Not put them in my mouth But I just sack the groceries here And I watch your world go by The big black belt keeps turning 'round And there's something Something in my eye And Mister is a blind man With a smile pure as the Pope And as I help him find his way He whispers me all his dirty jokes He offered me a ruby locket One day behind the store But he couldn't make me want it 'Cause I've heard that on before And did I come here to chase the truth Or to run away from lies The big black belt keeps turning 'round And I'm so tired I want to cry But I met Harlan Howard here And I smiled at Lee Sklar And now I'll sit and sneak a beer While I sing my songs for these dusty cars 'Cause I just sack the groceries here And I watch your world go by The big black belt keeps turning 'round And maybe so should I |
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