Intro: () x 4 Now ()way Who the hell rea()day Runnin' low on st() ball What would they ()fall I () room Just crusin' to the () boom It's not close qua(A)rters that would () snap It's just dealing with the () crap Sail a() time Sail a() mind And you'll ()gain (same as previous verses) Now I love the smell of fresh snapper fried light What you say pouilly-fusse to round out the night The mid-morning watch is the best time to look Oh, what would they do if I wrote the big book 'Cause I've seen incredible things in my years Some days were laughter and others were tears If I had it all to do over again I'd just get myself drunk and I'd jump right back in Sail a() way I sur(G)vive Sail a() jive But it ()live The () night Crazy crowds () lights Bum down in () ball Oh, what would he () do on an(C)other land(G)fall What would they () made no land(G)fall Oh, what would they () flew to Ne(G)pal What would I () Ball I'm tryin' to () all Just tryin' to () all =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-