As I stand in the Shower. Singing Opera and such. Pondering the possibility that I. Pull the pud too much. There's a scent that fills the air. Is it flatus? Just a touch. And it makes me think o
maker in '91. Sometimes when I talk about him I get sad. You see Paul Brown Petty was my grandad. His courage runs down in my blood. His kindness in my eyes. If you can see a man in me. He's the
. She likes to drink Old Grandad and her shoes do shuffle around. And everytime I see that gal. Lord she wants to take me down (Chorus). Sometimes I wonder where will we go. Lord don't take my whiskey