Ham-fist man with the crushed can hand are you bleeding man? Did you see which way he ran Jumped right in the back of my tan Ford van
And you hang out You hang out with your friends again On the crushed can cigarette couch The worn out couch with the holes in it
Where did you go? The preacher preached pretty on the way to the city now you're alone smoking a Kool on the side of the road You blow an "O" and a little bit out your nose you know these aren't the only smoke tricks I know I got twenty I got plenty we're giving shows
At the hang out When you hang out with your friends again On the crushed can cigarette couch The worn out couch with the holes in it
