City of Sin

Bob Schneider

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    Too many strangers in my bed
    Too many demons running around my head
    Too many nights in this town
    Too many memories trying to drag me down

    Take down to the city of sin
    Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in
    The lord above won't save my soul
    Mister would you pour one more
    Take me down to where the rainbows end
    Take me down to the city of sin

    Too many years wasted my time
    Too many tears falling down the line
    Too many broken hearts laying in my wake
    Too many lonely nights for one man to take

    Take down to the city of sin
    Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in
    The lord above won't save my soul
    Mister would you pour one more
    Take me down to where the rainbows end
    Take me down to the city of sin

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    Too many reasons why I shouldn't stay
    Too many reason why I can't stay away
    Too many broken dreams lay out in the cold
    Too many tales that have yet to be told

    Take down to the city of sin
    Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in
    The lord above won't save my soul
    Mister would you pour one more
    This whiskey glass is my only friend
    Take me down to the city of sin
    Clammy Jammies
    Music and lyrics by bob Schneider

    I woke up this morning
    With my jammies kinda clammy
    Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn
    Oh god I'll do my best
    And I hope I pass this test
    Because I won't be drinking anymore

    There'll be no more drinking in the city
    Where the girls look mighty pretty
    Especially 'round three or four
    No more waking up with strangers
    No more late night drunken dangers
    Cause I won't be drinking anymore

    I woke up this morning
    With my jammies kinda clammy
    Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn
    Oh god I'll do my best
    And I hope I pass this test
    Because I won't be drinking anymore

    No more drinking in the city
    Where the cops show you no pity
    And they'll beat you till you till you're good and sore
    No more puking in the kitchen
    No more late night wife a bitchin'
    Cause I won't be drinking anymore

    I woke up this morning
    With my jammies kinda clammy
    Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn
    Oh god I'll do my best
    And I doubt I'll drink much less
    But I won't be drinking anymore

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