Year Two, Week Thirty-One: “Stuff Like That”

 

 

Lyrics:

Hand to mouth
cheek by jowl
I’ll work it out
I don’t know how
I can’t be tamed
I can’t be caught
but I can be shamed
and I can be caught

But I’ll rope you the moon
If I don’t, I’ll eat my hat
I’ll do it for you soon
and stuff like that
stuff like that

I know I faint
when I start to bleed
I know I ain’t
got a thing you need
I can’t look down
when I go sailing
My name ain’t Townes
My name ain’t Waylon

But I’ll rope you the moon
If I don’t, I’ll eat my hat
I’ll do it for you soon
and stuff like that
stuff like that

I’ll lose a hand
I might lose two
I’m a gambling man
down to my shoes
So light the lamp
It’s on the shelf
Your eyes are damp
and I can’t help

But I’ll rope you the moon
If I don’t, I’ll eat my hat
I’ll do it for you soon
and stuff like that
But I’ll rope you the moon
If I don’t, I’ll eat my hat
I’ll do it for you soon
and stuff like that
stuff like that

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