Well

Well, I'm back to drinkin again. Just like hangin out with that asshole friend. And ain't he like most people, he don't like no country tune. He'd gimme shit for singin to you in this stupid country croon. Well, I'll tell you a story my friend, but I forgot to 'member just how it ends. Nick Boy, you fuckin son of a gun, wherever you're at I hope you're havin fun. A lost boy, always on the run, just a gunnin it until the end. Oh well then, I'm wishing you well, man.



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