by B.Picard
It's late in the morning the bells were made to ring
It's late in the morning the bells were made to ring
Ninety miles an hour it was a personal thing
I'm crawling in the stairs, I'll spend my life with you
I'm crawling in the stairs, I'll spend my life with you
It's my face in the mud or us without a clue
You're a life flavored honey
You're a life flavored honey
You're a life flavored honey
Let's all get up and do the ninety nine Charley
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
But everybody knows he don't pray no more
Fooling around with girls of New-Orleans
Fooling around with girls of New-Orleans
The earth is cracking I feel it in my veins
It's the same old orders from the west and south
It's the same old orders from the west and south
Loosen up some button the strike will put you out
You're a life flavored honey
You're a life flavored honey
You're a life flavored honey
Let's all get up and do the ninety nine Charley
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
Ninety nine Charley he used to pray
But everybody knows he don't pray no more
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