I did a country-fried version of Lost Without End, complete with twangy guitars and piano. Just a simple song about being a hobo drunk. Let the good times roll.
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Here's some greasy old fucker deadlifting At 41 years of age, some might say that's it's time to take it easy and leave those ...
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