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Tired Pony First Things First

here tonight Oh first things first: is it hard to see my face again in this bar? Oh do you remember what happened here all those years ago dear, dear? Oh I first

two kids and my first wife Went to USC, got a degree I must have learned a thing or three But I never learned the right way To hang a tire swing from

a wet slick anaconda of a two lane with tire irons and crowbars a rattlin' with a tool box and a pony saddle you're grinding gears, shifting into first

like Jesse James Ride up on a pony, dump six in their face Twisting their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains Then bounce to the whorehouse for more whiskey and things

like Jesse James Ride up on a pony, dump six in their face Twisting their frames like tumbleweeds, blister their brains Then bounce to the whorehouse for more whiskey and things