Thanks to Paul Mills: Don't Have Much To Say Willie P. Bennett Well I ain't Gene McLellan, Alice Cooper or John Prine Hard enough just to be myself half the time But I still like to see my baby when I get home at the end of the day She asks me why I don't say much; I tell her, "Cause I don't have much to say." Well, I don't know, I guess I like snow, But it's better in the winter time When it comes in the summer my friends always wonder Why my nose is numb all the time. Well I took this day for ramblin' I got into a gamblin' game Didn't have much luck, took a walk outside and a rich woman called my name She said, "Hey Willie, won'tcha come in and spend the night with me? I'm so lonely; you're the only one who can set me free." Well, I don't know, I guess I like beds but I think I like it better When my head's at the other end And I don't know 'bout all these people walkin' around Crossin' their legs, thinkin' they've got something to defend Well, everybody's got to bend.
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