Jared Mees And The Grown Children все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

In the fall we can go huntin' down by the banks of old Mill Creek
Oh, you're guns all rusted out and mine's just made for shooting skeet
Oh, we can leave 'em in the truck and take two pints of wild turk
And when they ask us what we got, we'll say, "Well, we got out of work"

And either you got longer legs or you got bigger lungs
Cause I know for a fact we done the same amount of drugs
And I'm lying in a heap on the side of the trail