Little Rock

I bought it for myself
To share with no one else
I'll pour another glass
And raise it to my health

Got drunk at the bus stop
Wound up in Little Rock
The cops come lock me up
For misbehaving

I got one call to you
From the middle of Arkansas
Machine no please
She gets off around 2:15
I'll do my time sit tight
With a liquor store on my mind
For now I'm clean
Maybe while I'm waiting I can get some sleep

I see no problem with me

She loves me when she's free
It's few and far between
She's never bought a pack
She gets her smokes from me
Although I had my doubts
She come and bail me out
Are you at all concerned
Nah, man, I'm still breathing

She says that I have problems
She says I need some help
She says that I should solve them
There's room for me in hell
Like a televangelist
She asked for fifty cents
To call a specialist
For my salvation



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Writer(s): Jack O'brien
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