Spent every cent of my lunch money on wintergreen tobacco
17 to 23, man, I was a king of assholes
That blue-eyed girl from Sunday school, she tried to slow me down
Man, I ain't slowed up a bit since the day she walked out
Threw it all away for a dream I never chased
Did you hear the radio?
We have the Blazers on the run
Well, them f*ckers out in Torrington tied it up at 21
And that junior's got an arm this year but he's reckless with the ball
Turning something into nothing, don't a first down make at all
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
That sybille canyon highway's where young kids go to die
Return them to the dust and wind beneath a blood moon sky
Where mothers come together, sending prayers and casserole
Blue-eyed girl, confused and wonderin, daddy digs the hole
There ain't much to say, we're all just missing you today
There ain't much to say, we still love you just the same
Critter Ruwart - Wintergreen Tobacco Lyrics
Critter Ruwart - Wintergreen Tobacco Lyrics
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Spent every cent of my lunch money on wintergreen tobacco
17 to 23, man, I was a king of assholes
That blue-eyed girl from Sunday school, she tried to slow me down
Man, I ain't slowed up a bit since the day she walked out
Threw it all away for a dream I never chased
Did you hear the radio?
We have the Blazers on the run
Well, them f*ckers out in Torrington tied it up at 21
And that junior's got an arm this year but he's reckless with the ball
Turning something into nothing, don't a first down make at all
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
That sybille canyon highway's where young kids go to die
Return them to the dust and wind beneath a blood moon sky
Where mothers come together, sending prayers and casserole
Blue-eyed girl, confused and wonderin, daddy digs the hole
There ain't much to say, we're all just missing you today
There ain't much to say, we still love you just the same
17 to 23, man, I was a king of assholes
That blue-eyed girl from Sunday school, she tried to slow me down
Man, I ain't slowed up a bit since the day she walked out
Threw it all away for a dream I never chased
Did you hear the radio?
We have the Blazers on the run
Well, them f*ckers out in Torrington tied it up at 21
And that junior's got an arm this year but he's reckless with the ball
Turning something into nothing, don't a first down make at all
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
Just throw it away when the pressure's in your face
That sybille canyon highway's where young kids go to die
Return them to the dust and wind beneath a blood moon sky
Where mothers come together, sending prayers and casserole
Blue-eyed girl, confused and wonderin, daddy digs the hole
There ain't much to say, we're all just missing you today
There ain't much to say, we still love you just the same
Writer: Christ Ruwart, Chris Ruwart
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