(J.J. Cale). . Wish I had me a dollar. To buy me a drink of wine. I don't want no trouble. Holding up my time. . I need a relief. For all this pain and this grief.
Hear what I say. I'm gonna get out of my mind where I'm going to. Be on your way, your spirit is crawling after. Will I disappear?. . Everything dies nothing to worry about.