O, FORTUNA - AR/CAROLYN - G"No, Arnold, really, hold-" His hands were pale and soft, like he'd never worked a day at what her father called honest work
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Nucky, I guess I grew up on an old dirt road Pedal to the metal always did what I was told Till I found out that my brand new clothes Came second hand from the rich kids next door When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen And now i just wondered through a real bad dream Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seems
Thank you Jack Daniels Old Number Seven Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven Angels start to look good to me They're gonna have to deport me to the firey deep
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Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
Till I found out that my brand new clothes
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean
There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
And now i just wondered through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seems
Thank you Jack Daniels Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the firey deep
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