Gratitude - Big Red Machine

Well

Well

Well, there ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other, Lord

There ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other

There ain’t no other other

Well I better not fuck this up

Well I better not fuck this up

Ah, long a way

Well we better not fuck this up

Well we better not fuck this up

Ah, leave it lone

Well it’s two lines on 'em

And were pairing 'em down the cost

Well it’s two lines on 'em

Well ya better not put up a fuss

Well, I’m wide awake

Whoo

Well you better not fuck this up

Well you better not fuck this up

While I’m away

Well, there ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other

I 'ould bet a fortune

Where they tugging the bed, the foreground

Well, there ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no, well there ain’t no

Have we been here before?

Where they tugging the bed, the foreground

Well I’m on my big bean field

In the palm of your hand

And the palms are decimation where the glass glaze lay dead

Well there’s six whole fucking nations

And who knows where they lay

Well you won’t baylta patch that

With a one slap slain sleigh

When that bread dont even cost no bread

On my Mast head

And that bed ain’t even made up and the Swing side caped up

Well there’s Indians in the graveyard and we built on top them

Well I wanna comprehend you

But that’s hard to give way, ah

Do we really know what happened to the

Clamped winter pass?

I would’a bet a coat over highway pass

For every lil' young ripple slapped on the back

Well I wanna comprehend you, said no overpass

The very young thing chad with the sweater back

Said he ain’t known no love so he just attacks

But I known a couple lovers, some were quarterbacks

See can’t you see hon that there’s two a' that

Now?

Well, there ain’t no other other (other)

There ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other

Well, there ain’t no other other

For by a still water