Ugly Americans

Ugly Americans - City of Sin lyrics

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Too many strangers in my bed

Too many demons running around my head

Too many nights in this town

Too many memories trying to drag me down



Take down to the city of sin

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in

The lord above won't save my soul

Mister would you pour one more

Take me down to where the rainbows end

Take me down to the city of sin



Too many years wasted my time

Too many tears falling down the line

Too many broken hearts laying in my wake

Too many lonely nights for one man to take



Take down to the city of sin

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in

The lord above won't save my soul

Mister would you pour one more

Take me down to where the rainbows end

Take me down to the city of sin



Too many  reasons why I shouldn't stay

Too many reason why I can't stay away

Too many broken dreams lay out in the cold

Too many tales that have yet to be told



Take down to the city of sin

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in

The lord above won't save my soul

Mister would you pour one more

This whiskey glass is my only friend

Take me down to the city of sin

 Clammy Jammies 

Music and lyrics by bob Schneider



I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn

Oh god I'll do my best

And I hope I pass this test

Because I won't be drinking anymore



There'll be no more drinking in the city

Where the girls look mighty pretty

Especially ‘round three or four

No more waking up with strangers

No more late night drunken dangers

Cause I won't be drinking anymore



I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn

Oh god I'll do my best

And I hope I pass this test

Because I won't be drinking anymore



No more drinking in the city

Where the cops show you no pity

And they'll beat you till you till you're good and sore

No more puking in the kitchen

No more late night wife a bitchin'

Cause I won't be drinking anymore



I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn

Oh god I'll do my best

And I doubt I'll drink much less

But I won't be drinking anymore
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