Weeds blow tall on a broken train track. Ruth B. draws, we're fixin' to get high. Maybe we'll hit the bluffs. And find ourselves the same old rum. . But everybody says this place is beautiful.
Weeds blow tall on a broken train track. Ruth B. draws, we're fixin' to get high. Maybe we'll hit the bluffs. And find ourselves the same old rum. . But everybody says this place is beautiful.