Gallons Of Style Lyrics

I'm tradin' in all the hard, hard times

Me and my friends have had through

The years for a pair of old chucks

And a worn thin shirt and somethin'

That sounds sweeter to the ears.

When your hands and eyes are tied to

Industry you stick a flag in something

To call your own you're not left

At all with an unhappy life, you're

Just left with a sad, sad song.

To pull me out of the ground that's

Where I'm run into anymore

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Hard ground so far down it all

Burned to hell and nothin' ever

Grows in the middle of a fire

Except for dust and ash as far

As I can tell.

Now the tough folks here keep

On kickin' while the others

All get stoned and fade away

Nothing's ever done without a

Sage or a drunk that doesn't

Have something beautiful to

Say.