Common Cents - The Revivalists

This life’s as crazy as it seems, son

Don’t you ever think twice

Get a bullet in your back, boy

If a knife won’t just suffice

You thought you had some common cents

Until you wound up flat bro-o-oke

Well now you off on the other side

Of the fence, you’re all alone

Just hopin' and a prayin' you don’t choke on a big dog bone

'Cause dreamin' is a funny thing

You really realize, or sing in vain

So I think I think I think

Well I think I choose the latter man

Oh yes you were an angel

And you held me through tha fire

All those long, hard nights babe

Full of cocaine and desire

So if you choose to retire

I hope I meet you up in that afterlife

The afterlife

Tell Janice I’m comin' home

Jimmy I won’t be late

Oh sweet, sweet Brandy

You could have never been to my state

But if I get us stuck in between

At least I’m here in home New Orleans, New Orleans

With the and them gravel lanes

And them hula games

Ya bro-o-o-oke

Ya bro-o-o-oke

Ya bro-o-o-oke

Ya bro-o-o-oke

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

(Ya bro-o-o-oke)

Yeah

Oh yes you were an angel

I said yes you were an angel

Oh yes you were an angel

Said yes you were an angel, yeah

Yes you were an angel

And you held me through tha fire

All those long, hard nights babe

Had to sit up and prespire

So if you choose to retire

I hope I meet you up in that afterlife

The afterlife

Tell Janice I’m comin' home

Jimmy I won’t be late

Oh sweet, sweet Brandy

You could have never been to my state

But if I get us stuck in between, yeah

At least I’m here in home New Orleans, New Orleans

With the and the gravel lanes

And them hula games