Chub-e & Hank Iii - Vimont Stories Part Ii Lyrics

I'm running out of pride, I'm running out of cash
An ashtray filled with snow, a pile of bricks in the backyard

They cry, they laugh and they clap.

I don't feel like working but I need some money
A plate of eggs with toast, I wake up at eight and the day is long

They cry, they laugh and they clap.

- "Those Stars" changed my life!
Do they need someone where you work?
- I'm sorry, no... but I love "Rancho" too!

They stare, they talk, they ignore.

If only I could get the minimum wage
I'd play your town and I'd sing your name
But I can't afford the price of fame
You've got tattoos on your hands...

I'm running out of songs, I'm running out of jokes
Our new truck filled with smoke, empty bar and empty stomach They cry, they laugh and they clap.

I guess Woody was right "It takes a worried man to sing song"
But now I worry about quitting.

They stare, they talk, they ignore.

If only I could get a girl and some beer
I'd shake your hand and sing your tune
But I can't afford a goddamn thing
Do you want a shot of this?

I know you found a way out of darkness
but I just wish you'd call me more often
We're doing good on different sides of town
let's meet in the middle and laugh at our lives

I'm glad we found a way out of darkness
Let's try to call each other more often
We're doing good on different sides of town
let's meet in the middle and laugh at our lives

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