"You've Been Told" lyrics
"You've Been Told"
I've been a battler all my life
Every step I take I earn
I done wrong and I've done right
But I'm always willing to learn
Cool chics, good smoke, bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
'Cause I like pretty young girls, good smoking drugs
Bourbon that's eight years old
I was wild when I was a kid
My flame was burning bright
I was in love with being alive
I was a lover in the night
Cool chics, good smoke, bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
'Cause I like pretty young girls, good smoking drugs
Bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
Cool chics, good smoke, bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
Well, I'm a lover not a fighter
I want the softer things in life
Good cigars 'n' good whiskey
They never bring me strife
Cool chics, good smoke, bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
Well I like pretty young girls, good smoking drugs
Bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
I like pretty young girls, good smoking drugs
Bourbon that's eight years old
You cannot say you ain't been told
You cannot say you ain't been told
Writer(s): Gary Stephen Anderson, John Frederick Christian Meyer
- AZLyrics
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- Rose Tattoo Lyrics
album:
"Southern Stars" (1984)
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