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Charlie Farley

Tomorrow

 

Tomorrow

(album: All I've Been Through - 2016)


Feeling alright, got cases of the precious cargo
Who's got the light, I got the backwood raw tobacco
Good times in sight at the end of the dusty dirt road
We're turnt up tonight and we don't worry about that tomorrow

Around here got a good year on a note limb
Fires you can bet we stoked 'em
Poke them ashes until they smoking
Then open a cold beer
Down here we got a Remington in a dog box
12-gauge pump with a whole lot of buck shot
Running them highs, burning down the dirt road
Got it in the blood that runs through our soul
Around here got a big jug of sweet tea
Snuffed can ring on the pocket of our jeans
Broke-down barbed wire fence needs fixing
We can do that later right now we fishing
Kicking back in the heart of dixie
With 16 30-pack of that budlight with me
Probly won't run out but if we do we got whisky
[?] we know how to get tipsy

Feeling alright, got cases of the precious cargo
Who's got the light, I got the backwood raw tobacco
Good times in sight at the end of the dusty dirt road
We're turnt up tonight and we don't worry about that tomorrow

Around here it's bonfire with your buddies
Ain't getting nothing Saturday night but chilling Sunday
Cause we know we gotta go to work on Monday
Ain't enough days in the week for two fundays
Around here we show respect where respect is due
But if you decide to jump ship and then run them lips
You become victims of our boots
Down here there's a hole in the wall we live in
Got empty hands only what we've been given
Did you understand that no one gave you shit
But an ass whooping for asking for it

Feeling alright, got cases of the precious cargo
Who's got the light, I got the backwood raw tobacco
Good times in sight at the end of the dusty dirt road
We're turnt up tonight and we don't worry about that tomorrow

Let's not worry about anything today (worry about that tomorrow)
The car note (worry about that tomorrow)
The cellphone (worry about that, worry about that, worry about that tomorrow)
That's right (worry about that tomorrow)
So just (worry about that tomorrow)
What? What? (worry about that, worry about that)

Feeling alright, got cases of the precious cargo
Who's got the light, I got the backwood raw tobacco
Good times in sight at the end of the dusty dirt road
We're turnt up tonight and we don't worry about that tomorrow

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