Dead End Road Songtext
von Buck69

I like my bourbon neat when it touches my lips
Like my women big boned and a whole lot of hip
It′s not too complicated I like to take things nice and slow
One day at a time Down this dead end road

Don't need a fast car to get from A to B
Ain′t in a hurry lord to get what's coming to me
It's not too complicated hope it gets here nice and slow
One day at a time Lord Down this dead end road


Well I wake up every mornin′ and the voices in my head
Screaming and a yellin′ boy don't get up out of this bed
But I′ve got to find a way to set my soul free
So I'll keep on traveling down this dead end road
Till he comes for me

I′d rather be judged by twelve than to be carried by six
So I choose my words carefully and carry one big stick
It's not too complicated I like to take things nice slow
One day at a time
One day at a time lord
One day at a time Down this dead end road