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Whitmore - Nine Bar Blues lyrics
Friday night the parties on at Graham's down the way Pick up your drink And your smoke And your tunes - and your Pills And meet me on the street Get into the truck, everybody sucks This weed is gonna blow your mind This weed will blow your mind Sometimes I really mean the things that I say I know that you'll never pay Go down to Aidan's when your out of your face He's got a nine bar in his pillow case. |
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