Got a few things
In the ground
And a whole lot more
Just spreading around
Well you can put me in a hat
And my sight in a gun
A little whiskey in a sack
And a bottle of rum
I got a blackjack honey
And a gold-tooth tummy
Don't you worry no money more
There's always somewhere else to go
As long as it ain't old New York
Ah girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost
Ain't found it lately
Well I can only go around and down
One more time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
Well I've been around and my senses lulled
Let the drinks take root
And let the roots take hold
I'm aging like spilled wine
Poured the same off the sides
Girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost ain't found it lately
I just cannot go around and down another time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
John Charles - I've Been Around Lyrics
John Charles - I've Been Around Lyrics
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Got a few things
In the ground
And a whole lot more
Just spreading around
Well you can put me in a hat
And my sight in a gun
A little whiskey in a sack
And a bottle of rum
I got a blackjack honey
And a gold-tooth tummy
Don't you worry no money more
There's always somewhere else to go
As long as it ain't old New York
Ah girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost
Ain't found it lately
Well I can only go around and down
One more time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
Well I've been around and my senses lulled
Let the drinks take root
And let the roots take hold
I'm aging like spilled wine
Poured the same off the sides
Girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost ain't found it lately
I just cannot go around and down another time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
In the ground
And a whole lot more
Just spreading around
Well you can put me in a hat
And my sight in a gun
A little whiskey in a sack
And a bottle of rum
I got a blackjack honey
And a gold-tooth tummy
Don't you worry no money more
There's always somewhere else to go
As long as it ain't old New York
Ah girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost
Ain't found it lately
Well I can only go around and down
One more time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
Well I've been around and my senses lulled
Let the drinks take root
And let the roots take hold
I'm aging like spilled wine
Poured the same off the sides
Girl no that ain't the problems I see
It's that I'm feeling so lost ain't found it lately
I just cannot go around and down another time
Gimme your heart and I'll give you mine
Writer: Kristofer Mastin
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