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Adam Brand What A Life

the weekends get him right He puts the boat out on the lake every Sunday Till the sun goes down at night Oh what a life Oh what a life Oh what a life

Once I was happy and had a good wife I had enough money to last me my life Then I met a girl and we went on a spree She taught me smokin' and drinkin

Don't know what it is but I kinda like it Maybe it's love Maybe it's not Don't know what it is but I kinda like it Kinda like it a lot She slid across

ones They get the job done They don't look good with a suit Those are my boots I went down to the city bank To put back in what the bills and the taxman

She gave up on love A long time ago She's got an opened ended heartache A love song never sung A promise always broken A battle never won In a crowd of a

nothing much at all It could be nothing much at all Does someone come and tell you? Does someone make a call? Will they write it in a letter? Will they write it on a

the weekends get him right He puts the boat out on the lake every Sunday Till the sun goes down at night Oh what a life Oh what a life Oh what a life

're in for a surprise It could be nice to be alive I'm takin' doodie rhymes to a brand new height I shine on the mic like Ultra Brite Created a monster

the place where the two walls meet Yeah, take a chair and have a seat Well, I should see it as a brand new start But I'm all Adam's apple and f-f-f-