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Paroles de la chanson Tennessee Quick Cash par Charley Crockett
Well, I'm hard to understand
And I can't work for the man
I earn my livin'
Playin' one-night shows
On a long and windin' road
I don't care about where it goes
But every now and again
We come to Tennessee
Well, the memory, it stays with me
I went on before the committee
They put me up so late
The doggone joint was closed
But before they cut out the light
On number eighty-two that night
A woman lockin' the door
And I can't work for the man
I earn my livin'
Playin' one-night shows
On a long and windin' road
I don't care about where it goes
But every now and again
We come to Tennessee
Well, the memory, it stays with me
I went on before the committee
They put me up so late
The doggone joint was closed
But before they cut out the light
On number eighty-two that night
A woman lockin' the door
Gave me good advice
If you need some money fast
Hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
Now, I know what you're about to say
About their predatory ways
But brother, at least they let you know it right up front
Cause if you take that ride downtown
Where them rounders hang around
You'll find anything in the world but a fair deal
If you need some money fast
Just hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
Here's what I do when I walk in there
If you need some money fast
Hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
Now, I know what you're about to say
About their predatory ways
But brother, at least they let you know it right up front
Cause if you take that ride downtown
Where them rounders hang around
You'll find anything in the world but a fair deal
If you need some money fast
Just hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
Here's what I do when I walk in there
It's been this way for years
I cry alligator tears
Something like a Paradise Lost, I guess
Her name was Cheyenne
I thanked her as I shook her hand
She said, "Honey good luck, you're gonna need it"
If you find your winning fix
And you need some money fast
Just hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
I'd hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
(Alright Shooter)
I cry alligator tears
Something like a Paradise Lost, I guess
Her name was Cheyenne
I thanked her as I shook her hand
She said, "Honey good luck, you're gonna need it"
If you find your winning fix
And you need some money fast
Just hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
I'd hit the Tennessee Quick Cash
(Alright Shooter)
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