I had to stop there, 'cause I needed the score
Won't be a minute, just a peek through the door
I'm no stranger to ardent addiction
A growin' obsession, a six-string affliction
I can be trusted, you got my word on that
We won't make rent this month, and I can't feed the cat
I got some dog food and blessings, amen
I bought this lace full, sorry honey, it's happened again
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Hey there, taxman, about my returns
Just ask my woman, man, she understands
I was gonna send it, but you know how it lands
It's now the six-string, with a hole in my hands
I can be trusted, you got my word on that
We won't make rent this month, and can't feed the cat
We got some dog food and blessings, amen
I bought this Fender, sorry honey, it's happened again
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Now, where's that pussycat? Must've moved in next door
Damn, where's my Misses? Ha, at the sister-in-laws
I guess my secret tells best as I serve, ha
That's just another gram of Jerry Castor
I can be trusted, you got my word on that
I won't make rent this month, and I can't feed the cat
I got some dog food and blessings, amen
I bought this Banjo, sorry Rover, it's happened again