Conga Line

Hellbent on wasting all my money
I got nothin' to show for the days I’d labored
Back breakin', heart attack makin'
How many laps are they all gonna watch you go?
All the way 'round
All the way 'round
(Oh-oh)
(Oh-oh)
Even though my head’s in a tailspin
I keep my hat in the rain
Heart breakin' all the rules you’re makin'
To keep me away, the odds are gettin' broken
And will they? Ain’t on my side
I know that in town
But they don’t spin me right (Oh-oh)
Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
And all the best shit you say to me when we’re high (Oh-oh)
And the keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
So first take me all the way 'round
And it hurts a little every day
But I ain’t gonna cut and run
And any time you wanna try my love
It’s a sure bet ride from the gun
And all the way 'round
All the way 'round (Oh-oh)
Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
And all the best shit you say to me when we’re high (Oh-oh)
And the buzzards that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh)
Like all the kicks out of a conga line (Oh-oh)
And all the best shit you say to me when we’re high (Oh-oh)
And the buzzards arrive that keep you tied to the ground (Oh-oh)
So first take me all the way 'round (Oh-oh)