Slim Pickin's

Pure Prairie League

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    Most of our days are passin' lastin just long enough
    To up and make it rough on lady night and shadowy glances she's castin'

    Eight dollars for my labor is a good price sure looks nice to butter olcoms cup
    Have to risk a bluff a little down on luck an sometimes the odds arent worth chancin'

    Slim pickins... don't it make your thoughts start to wander
    Yes but soon they'll belong to her that lady in the night

    Anna come hold me I feel dead my eyelids are such dead weights but will not shut
    Pass a bottle let the dog out my head's a-kickin'

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    Slim pickins... don't it make your thoughts start to wander
    Yes but soon they'll belong to her that lady in the night

    My companion for the moment my sidekick through the hours
    We'll just roll it on round to the highway's end
    Laughin' an fallin' the roadblocks go down
    Been workin' our fingers to the bone... gonna find us a home

    Most of our days are lastin' passin' from dawn to dusk
    I don't ask too much just kickin' in the dust and let tomorrow be tomorrow's unmaskin'

    Slim pickins can't give it up I'm way too far under
    To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn't be surprised
    With the good things and bad times can find

    Slim pickins can't give it up I'm way too far under
    To keep the clouds from your eyes I wouldn't be surprised
    With the good things and bad times can find
    I wouldn't be surprised

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    Composition: George Powell

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