Gene Vincent

Gene Vincent - HIGH ON LIFE (rec. 1970) songtekst

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Green hickorywood will make your fireplace hot 

You try to explain to a Berkeley cop 

He choked with with my peats and shot me down for pot 

I said, man I'm clean, I'm just about to blow my top 

They finally took me in for possession of... 

Love and my pocket knife 

But I swear to God I was only high on life 

High on livin', high on lovin' 

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' 

I have no suit lapel in which to hold my flower 

I said Lord, that's okay man 

It's just the lateness of the hour 

Well I be clean when heaven lets if shower 

They finally took me in for possession of... 

Love and my pocket knife 

But I swear to God I was only high on life 

High on livin', high on lovin' 

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' 

High on livin', high on lovin' 

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin' 

High on livin', high on lovin' 

High on livin', high on lovin,' and lovin' and forgivin'
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