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Christian Kane The House Rules

I'm a little heavy westbound and down I got a zero in the bank on my account And it's been a week since she's been home That's seven days of on my own

Faded dreams and blue jeans A rangers cap with sweat rings There's a hole in the sole of my favorite boots Well, I've been at it a long time Working

you come walkin' in here with any kind of attitude Lord, you better read the house rules Oh, soh, you better read the house rules Two, three, Jay You better read the house rules

Had a rag-top Cadillac Rode it on Sunset Boulevard And I had a hold on a centerfold And a Tony Montana cigar I had the top down, rock 'n roll sound,

I'm a little heavy Waste boundin' down... Got a zero in the bank On my account. It's been a week since she's been home- That's seven days of on my own

Well I know they say all good things must come to some kind of ending We were so damn good I guess we never stood a chance Go on & find what you been

, Boy before you come walking in here With any kinda attitude Lord, you better read the house rules! Oh son you better read the house rules! Two, three, JAY! You better read the house rules

I was down in whiskey river, stopping for a drink Minding my own business, trying not to think Bartender came on over with a shot of his best Said this

They were sitting on his tailgate And she was lovin' on his rough neck And she was talking about running away And he was puffin' on a cigarette Just