Paroles de Chitlins, Whiskey & Skirt
The population is greatly decreasedAnd now the odds are greatly increased
That I may someday get a chance to kiss your lips
I thank the Lord each day for the apocalypse
Folks are mostly disfigured or dead
But sugar, I won't let it go to my head
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I'm still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt
My mama's face has dripped down into the dirt
But I'm still chasing chitlins, whiskey and skirt
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