Always rubbernecking at the scene, tears from crying and spilled gasoline

Lord knows we've been there too, took a turn on the wrong avenue

Let them sleeping dogs lie, oh don't wrestle them bones

Well the river's so wide and it rages on

 

You cover more miles with your mouth than your feet

You're always stirrin' the pot but we still got nothing to eat

 

Begging to take you out on the town, paint your face and wear that crown

Dying just to be seen, nothing but a fallen damn Cotillion Queen

 

Let them sleeping dogs lie, oh & don't wrestle them bones

Well the river's so wide and it rages on

 

You cover more miles with your mouth than your feet

You're always stirrin' the pot but we still got nothing to eat

You cover more miles with your mouth than your feet

You're always stirrin' the pot but we still got nothing to eat

You're always stirrin' the pot but we still got nothing to eat

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