I Guess We're Thieves
Took off my hat
At the sight of her tattoo
Oh it's seems her man is in the navy
Well she didn't realize
That ink would grace my eyes
To thank him I'll just have to please his lady
Her fake blonde hair's a mess
And I'm quite the lovely guest
Cause I'll stay for breakfast ma'am, that's what I told her
But her keys are on the floor
And his Mustang '64
Ain't gonna drive itself, I'm sorry soldier
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
Need me another Stella
Barman said slow down fella
Told him we might have a problem if you don't pour
I was about to yell
But I seen a pistol on his belt
So I shut my mouth and took my ass next door
This lousy cover band
Is much more than I can stand
So I'll go on up and show them what the blues are
They're throwing bottles now
I'll have to leave this town
It's a good think I done took that soldier's car
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
At the sight of her tattoo
Oh it's seems her man is in the navy
Well she didn't realize
That ink would grace my eyes
To thank him I'll just have to please his lady
Her fake blonde hair's a mess
And I'm quite the lovely guest
Cause I'll stay for breakfast ma'am, that's what I told her
But her keys are on the floor
And his Mustang '64
Ain't gonna drive itself, I'm sorry soldier
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
Need me another Stella
Barman said slow down fella
Told him we might have a problem if you don't pour
I was about to yell
But I seen a pistol on his belt
So I shut my mouth and took my ass next door
This lousy cover band
Is much more than I can stand
So I'll go on up and show them what the blues are
They're throwing bottles now
I'll have to leave this town
It's a good think I done took that soldier's car
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
Too many years did I wear my buckle tight
Too many days I spent trying to make things right
But I've come to know we all got tricks up our sleeves
Just taking what we can
Well I guess we're thieves
Credits
Writer(s): Thomas De Bourbon
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