Heehaw Stomp Songtext
von The Growlers
Heehaw Stomp Songtext
Soft hands with your head hanging low
You got no plans and nowhere to go
You′re always lying 'round and you′re always waiting
With your no good reasons for your complaining
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
Don't have a back for the weight
Nobody to wait for food on the plate
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting on everyone else
Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
The man of today
Soft hands why don′t you do it yourself
Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
The man of today
The man of today has withered away
You got no plans and nowhere to go
You′re always lying 'round and you′re always waiting
With your no good reasons for your complaining
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
Don't have a back for the weight
Nobody to wait for food on the plate
Soft hands why don't you do it yourself
Instead of waiting on everyone else
Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
The man of today
Soft hands why don′t you do it yourself
Instead of waiting for your uncle to help
Pick up your limp chin and tighten up your belt
Instead of waiting for your shadows to help
I got no time or sympathy for the kind
Who put their needs ahead and leave their morals behind
I got no time and too much weight on my spine to give you
Sense and a dime to hear yo shuffle and whine
The man of today
The man of today
The man of today has withered away
Writer(s): Matthew Taylor, Brian Stewart, Scott Montoya, Brooks Nielsen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com