"do a little dope (live)" lyrics
"do a little dope (live)"
If all that's left to be done is die
Might as well do me a little dope
Might as well do me a little dope
Before I'm leaving
If all that's left to be done is die
Might as well do me a little dope
Might as well do me a little dope
Before I go
Devil he ain't waiting on no angel's choir
He's down in the parlor having him a smoke
He's down in the parlor having him a smoke
He chuckles, take your time
Devil he ain't waiting on no angel's choir
He's down in the parlor having him a smoke
Said he's gonna show me how to tie that rope
And walk me down the line
Alright
If all that's left to be done is die
Might as well do me a little dope
Might as well do me a little dope
Before I'm leaving
If all that's left to be done is die
Might as well do me a little dope
Might as well do me a little dope
Before I go
No more singing, commence to swinging, here I go
Writer(s): Kevin Sullivan
- AZLyrics
- F
- Field Medic Lyrics
album:
"Songs From The Sunroom" (2017)
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