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Tytuł: Makes sense to me

  • Wykonawca: Widespread Panic
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I was talking to a homeless drunk about religion
   He said "It's all I got, but it ain't much
   'Cause the way I feel these days,
   I'd rather have a gun than a crutch"
  
   Well, that makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
   That makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
  
   Listen to a little girl, she was a runaway.
   She said "My daddy treated me like a slave.
   Soiled me in my momma bed when I was just 15.
   That's why I had to lay him in his grave!"
  
   Well, that makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
   That makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
  
   Talking to a black man from Atlanta.
   He said "The time has come to take what's mine.
   And if I must bust a few heads to achieve justice,
   My righteous cause will well explain the crime!"
  
   Well, that makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
   That makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
  
   Well, that makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess
   That makes sense to me
   It makes sense to me, I must confess