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| James Otto *~ Lowdown On The Highlife ~* |
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| He played guitar... in a honky-tonk band. He drank Jack Daniels... black label brand. He was the life of the party... till they closed down the bar. In the eyes of a young boy... he was... a star. He'd say "son"... don't you run down the roads that I've run. And don't go & sing all the songs that I've sung. Cause this kind of livin'... takes it's toll on a man. And through the smoke & the neon... I saw it first hand. I got the lowdown... on the highlife... but still... here I am. The blues... & the bottle... held him under thier spell. It took him to heaven... & put us through hell. Well sometimes I feel him... up on this stage. His restless spirit... still runs through my vains. He'd say "son"... don't you run down the roads that I've run. And don't go & sing all the songs that I've sung. Cause' this kinda livin'... that's it's toll on a man. And through the smoke & the neon... I saw it first hand. I got the lowdown... on the highlife... but still here I am. Yeah... He'd say "son" don't you run down the roads that I've run. And don't go & sing all the songs that I've sung. Cause' this kinda livin' takes it's toll on a man. And throught the smoke & the neon... I saw it first hand. I got the lowdown... on the highlife... but still here I am. I got the lowdown... on the highlife... but still here... I am. Mmm... |
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