james gang - the bomber lyrics
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when i became of age my mama sat me down
said “son, you’re growin’ up, it’s time you looked around”
so i began to notice some things i hadn’t seen before
that’s what brought me here knockin’ on your back door
oh, yeah
a closet queen, the busstop’s dream, she wants to shake my hand
i don’t want to be there, she decides she can
it’s apple dan, he’s just the man to pick fruit off your branches
i can’t sleep, and we can’t keep this cattle on my ranches
oh, yeah
it’s too strong, something’s wrong and i guess i lost the feelin’
i don’t mind the games you play, but i don’t like your dealin’
god looked bad, the luck’s been had and there’s nothin’ left to smoke
will i be back tomorrow for the punchline of the joke?
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