City Of Sin Lyrics - Singles - Ugly Americans

Too many strangers in my bed 

Too many demons running around my head 

Too many nights in this town 

Too many memories trying to drag me down 

Take down to the city of sin 

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in 

The lord above won't save my soul 

Mister would you pour one more 

Take me down to where the rainbows end 

Take me down to the city of sin 

Too many years wasted my time 

Too many tears falling down the line 

Too many broken hearts laying in my wake 

Too many lonely nights for one man to take 

Take down to the city of sin 

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in 

The lord above won't save my soul 

Mister would you pour one more 

Take me down to where the rainbows end 

Take me down to the city of sin 

Too many reasons why I shouldn't stay 

Too many reason why I can't stay away 

Too many broken dreams lay out in the cold 

Too many tales that have yet to be told 

Take down to the city of sin 

Cause I can't stand the shape I'm in 

The lord above won't save my soul 

Mister would you pour one more 

This whiskey glass is my only friend 

Take me down to the city of sin 

Clammy Jammies 

Music and lyrics by bob Schneider 

I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy 

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn 

Oh god I'll do my best 

And I hope I pass this test 

Because I won't be drinking anymore 

There'll be no more drinking in the city 

Where the girls look mighty pretty 

Especially 'round three or four 

No more waking up with strangers 

No more late night drunken dangers 

Cause I won't be drinking anymore 

I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy 

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn 

Oh god I'll do my best 

And I hope I pass this test 

Because I won't be drinking anymore 

No more drinking in the city 

Where the cops show you no pity 

And they'll beat you till you till you're good and sore 

No more puking in the kitchen 

No more late night wife a bitchin' 

Cause I won't be drinking anymore 

I woke up this morning 

With my jammies kinda clammy 

Saturday's a whammy on a Sunday morn 

Oh god I'll do my best 

And I doubt I'll drink much less 

But I won't be drinking anymore