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Enjoy your summer in hell

Nashville
In a coupe deville
I swear we drove
Through an oil spill
And the shacks on the road side
Trade hats for water jugs
Tennessee
In a beat up Dart
Weeds rollin dark
In these parts
And the lines on the road cork
screw like the steeplechase

I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm
Inside
Give me some time
To hide
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Sound the alarm
Inside

You're rich you're rich
You're a wealthy mizer
Atop a hill of pennies
Too high to find her
And my love shines
Just like a golden tooth
Chamomile
For nerves of steel
You mass market
Your mass appeal
And the devil riding shotgun
Prays for a summer in hell

I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm
Inside
Give me some time
To hide
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Sound the alarm
Inside

Nashville
In a coupe deville
I swear we drove
Through an oil spill
And the shacks on the road side
Trade hats for water jugs

I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
I don't want
To go to jail
And say I'm poor

Sound the alarm
Inside
Give me some time
To hide
Ring the alarm
Ring the alarm
Sound the alarm
Inside

Enjoy your summer in hell.

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Tip Your Hooker Lyrics

Enjoy your summer in hell

Nashville
In a coupe deville
I swear we drove
Through an oil spill
And the shacks on the road side
Trade hats for water jugs
Tennessee
In a beat up Dart

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Enjoy your summer in hell  
 
Nashville  
In a coupe deville  
I swear we drove  
Through an oil spill  
And the shacks on the road side  
Trade hats for water jugs  
Tennessee  
In a beat up Dart  
Weeds rollin dark  
In these parts  
And the lines on the road cork  
screw like the steeplechase  
 
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
And say I'm poor  
 
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
Give me some time  
To hide  
Ring the alarm  
Ring the alarm  
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
 
You're rich you're rich  
You're a wealthy mizer  
Atop a hill of pennies  
Too high to find her  
And my love shines  
Just like a golden tooth  
Chamomile  
For nerves of steel  
You mass market  
Your mass appeal  
And the devil riding shotgun  
Prays for a summer in hell  
 
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
And say I'm poor  
 
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
Give me some time  
To hide  
Ring the alarm  
Ring the alarm  
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
 
Nashville  
In a coupe deville  
I swear we drove  
Through an oil spill  
And the shacks on the road side  
Trade hats for water jugs  
 
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
I don't want  
To go to jail  
And say I'm poor  
 
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
Give me some time  
To hide  
Ring the alarm  
Ring the alarm  
Sound the alarm  
Inside  
 
Enjoy your summer in hell.

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