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Hootie And The Blowfish
Fairweather Johnson
Saw you last night you were sleeping in my mind Doubting youâll ever be free again Then I climbed back inside Someone open my eyes To find me drunk again Bonnie on the radio And she was singing low Give
it
up
or
let
me
go Every night there is one more Every night there is two more Saying I shouldnât be feeling this pain I think I better grow up now or go insane Thereâs so much I feel So much I conceal Thereâs just so many things I can be Someone write the story of 5 points No one wanted to know me Now they all have opinions of what we do So they go down to Bar None so we can have a drink or two Canât write a story from the trees I know somewhere sheâs watching me Saying Boy
carry
your
load Oh I donât want to go back on the road now Thereâs so much I feel So much I conceal Thereâs just so many places to see And faces I can read Thereâs just so many things I can be