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Crow Sheryl The Very Best Of Sheryl Crow

Hey let's party let's get down Let's turn the radio on this is the meltdown Get out the camera take a picture The drag Queens and the freaks are all out

Well, I went to bed in Memphis And I woke up in Hollywood I got a quarter in my pocket And I'd call you if I could But I don't know why, I gotta fly

We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday In a bar that faces a giant car wash The good people of the world Are washing their cars on their lunch break Hosing and scrubbing as best

I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He said he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been there

Ten years living in a paperbag This feedback baby, he's a flipped out cat He's platinum canary, drinkin' falstaff beer Mercedes rule and a rented lear

I woke up this morning and now I understand What it means to give your life to just one man Afraid of feeling nothing, no bees or butterflies My head

I woke up and called this morning The tone of your voice was a warning That you don't care for me anymore I made up the bed we sleep in I looked at the

: My friend the communist Holds meetings in his RV I can't afford his gas So I'm stuck here watching TV I don't have digital I don't have diddly squat

: I hitched a ride with a vending machine repair man He says he's been down this road more than twice He was high on intellectualism I've never been