Conga Line

Hell-bent on wastin' all my money

I got nothin' to show for the days I'd labored

Back-breakin', heart-attack-makin'

How many laps are they all gonna watch you go?

All the way 'round

All the way 'round

Even though my head's in a tailspin

I keep my hat in the rain

Heart breakin' all the rules you're makin'

To keep me away, the odds are gettin' broken

And slow down, will they? Ain't on my side

I know that a surer bet's in town

But they don't spin me right

Like all the kicks out of a conga line

And all the best shit you say to me when we're high

And the buzzards arrive, they keep you tied to the ground

So first take me all the way 'round

And it hurts a little every day

But I ain't gonna cut and run

And any time you wanna try my love

It's a sure bet right from the gun

And all the way 'round

All the way 'round

Like all the kicks out of a conga line

And all the best shit you say to me when we're high

And the buzzards arrive that keep you tied to the ground

So first, take me all the way 'round

Like all the kicks out of a conga line

And all the best shit you say to me when we're high

And the buzzards arrive that keep you tied to the ground

So first take me all the way 'round