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Tim Vantol – Four Wheels And A Sixstring lyrics
If I had the choice
I don’t need another second
Give me five more minutes for packing
And I’ll be gone
And I will write you in my songs
Don’t blame me when I’m drunk
Just visit me if you’re wondering how things are going
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
Well the things aren’t always shiny
But it’s always better than rain
And the whiskey will chase the clouds
Then the sun will find her way
And when I’ll wake up every morning
And I’ll think about you back home
I will drink another glass
For all those moments I’m feeling alone
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
Could you tell to me what’s so great
Of being a slave for something that you hate
45 years of regrets
I prefer this road until I’m dead
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted everyday
I don’t need another second
Give me five more minutes for packing
And I’ll be gone
And I will write you in my songs
Don’t blame me when I’m drunk
Just visit me if you’re wondering how things are going
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
Well the things aren’t always shiny
But it’s always better than rain
And the whiskey will chase the clouds
Then the sun will find her way
And when I’ll wake up every morning
And I’ll think about you back home
I will drink another glass
For all those moments I’m feeling alone
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
Could you tell to me what’s so great
Of being a slave for something that you hate
45 years of regrets
I prefer this road until I’m dead
Give me four wheels and a sixstring
A bottle of booze a day
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted on my way
And I’ll play my songs
And get wasted everyday
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