Riding the darkened rails between high water and hill
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
Lacka lacka lacka is the pulse to my future Go to California to see who we meet
The dark tracks never rust they just chunk ganka lacka chunk
Time jumped goodbye my friends and I still got a quarter two nickels and some common sense
Two medals and common sense
Riding the darkened rails between high water and hill
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
KevinAKent - Common Sense Lyrics
KevinAKent - Common Sense Lyrics
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Riding the darkened rails between high water and hill
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
Lacka lacka lacka is the pulse to my future Go to California to see who we meet
The dark tracks never rust they just chunk ganka lacka chunk
Time jumped goodbye my friends and I still got a quarter two nickels and some common sense
Two medals and common sense
Riding the darkened rails between high water and hill
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
Lacka lacka lacka is the pulse to my future Go to California to see who we meet
The dark tracks never rust they just chunk ganka lacka chunk
Time jumped goodbye my friends and I still got a quarter two nickels and some common sense
Two medals and common sense
Riding the darkened rails between high water and hill
Soup to nuts whatever we find sounds good to me now and ever
Look there's some fruit trees let's jump and pick some for later
Later may mean tomorrow or a weary week We're just traveling trying to get some sleep
Writer: Kevin Kent
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