Johnny Sam Hall And His Big Bad Wolves - Aneta Corsaut

Cigarettes and no matches
That's me all over
I'm a nervous man in a four dollar room
Looking over my own shoulder
Mother Mary, mother may I?
Lucky like a two leaf clover
Flying straight into the sun
But my soul's getting colder

Can't win for losing
Can't pick for choosing
Can't fly for cruising
All night long
Can't laugh for crying
Can't live for dying
Can't tell the truth from lying
And I hate this fucking song

Only cowards call themselves heroes
But I don't call myself a damn thing
24k gold ringing in my ears
Driving me out to insane
Your sister's sweet, your sister's tight
I'm about as charming as a busted string
Loving me is like heading north
By jumping in front of a south bound train

Can't win for losing
Can't pick for choosing
Can't fly for cruising
All night long
Can't laugh for crying
Can't live for dying
Can't tell the truth from lying
And I hate this fucking this song

Can't win for losing
Can't pick for choosing
Can't fly for cruising
All night long
Can't laugh for crying
Can't live for dying
Can't tell the truth from lying
And I hate this fucking this song

Written by:
John Hall

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