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Artist: The Dead South
Canonical path: /the-dead-south/time-for-crawlin-
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Time For Crawlin'
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Time For Crawlin'
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Well these days things ain't been alright
My best friends been the bottle nearly every night
So honey won't you let me in
I don't got much time as far as I can tell
I've been walking the line between heaven and hell
So honey won't you let me in
I just need some where to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in
Now my bones they are a aching from the choices I've been making
I've been drinking me away from all the names I should've taken
So honey won't you let me in
Oh honey won't you let me in
Yeah honey won't you let me in
I need some help, I need a friend
I need some loving, baby come and let me in
Well I got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catching me and knocking at their doors
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
And I know I'm not the one whose been paying of his debts
But the winds are getting heavy here so come on baby let me in
Well now that I've been knocking at your door
For about half an hour or so maybe more
My fists are getting sore so honey won't you let me in
And I seen an old pal just a walking on by
Says: Come on man you're looking bone dry
So I took a big swig from his bottle, and that was that
I just need some where to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in
Now I'm sitting right here all by my lonesome
Making my home on the pavement stone
'Cause my honey won't let me in
No my honey won't let me in
Yeah my honey won't let me in
I need some help, I need a friend
I need some loving, baby come on let me in
Well I got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catching me and knocking at their doors
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round and round and round and round
And I know I'm not the one whose been paying of his debts
But the winds are getting heavy here so come on baby let me in
And I know it's time for crawling out of this hole in the ground
It's been to long running round and round and round and round
And I know I'm not the one whose been paying of his debts
But the winds are getting heavy here so come on baby let me in
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