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Waylon Jennings - I Take My Comfort In You Lyrics




I don't drink campaign in crystal glasses
I don't sowed my beans in a silver pot
You won't catch me climb to the social classes
I don't spend money that I ain't got.

I don't waste my time with yesterday's troubles
I just try to do the job and hang
I ain't delegate that I ain't sudden
But I do the best I can.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.

I don't put much stop in public companion
I take it all with the gravy zone
I make mistakes like any human being
So I got no caught go fine and bought.

I take my troubles to the Lord on Sunday
I take my blues to the honky tonk
You take my breath away way you hold me
What is could poor boy want.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.
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I don't drink campaign in crystal glasses
I don't sowed my beans in a silver pot
You won't catch me climb to the social classes
I don't spend money that I ain't got.

I don't waste my time with yesterday's troubles
I just try to do the job and hang
I ain't delegate that I ain't sudden
But I do the best I can.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.

I don't put much stop in public companion
I take it all with the gravy zone
I make mistakes like any human being
So I got no caught go fine and bought.

I take my troubles to the Lord on Sunday
I take my blues to the honky tonk
You take my breath away way you hold me
What is could poor boy want.

I drink my beer from the bottle
I take my friends at their works, yes I do
I lived my life like I find it every morning
And I take my comfort in you, I take my comfort in you.
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Writer: GUY CLARK, WAYLAND HOLYFIELD
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing


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