Every day at 10
You'll see a broken man
Wind his way across my street
Hangs a right and then
He meets his broken friends
They smell of whiskey and defeat
Or so it seems
On my way out at 3
The bad girls call to me
From the corner on the way
If they get hold of me
They say they'll set me free
Long as I'm prepared to pay
Or so they say
The highway's hissing din
Dig the brewhouse beat
A daily deal on sin
On Alameda Street
Meet me there at 9
The food is cheap and fine
LIke the cerveza and the cooz
Find out where to score
Drive thru the liquor store
Try to shake these border blues
And that's the news
But was this yesterday
I wait without delay
For a moment I let go
And I have half a mind
As wasted as my time
Just to let that f*cker blow
What a show
Ride the pavement waves
Bear the Brewhouse heat
Taste the wicked wind
On Alameda Street
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Every day at 10
You'll see a broken man
Wind his way across my street
Hangs a right and then
He meets his broken friends
They smell of whiskey and defeat
Or so it seems
On my way out at 3
The bad girls call to me
From the corner on the way
If they get hold of me
They say they'll set me free
Long as I'm prepared to pay
Or so they say
The highway's hissing din
Dig the brewhouse beat
A daily deal on sin
On Alameda Street
Meet me there at 9
The food is cheap and fine
LIke the cerveza and the cooz
Find out where to score
Drive thru the liquor store
Try to shake these border blues
And that's the news
But was this yesterday
I wait without delay
For a moment I let go
And I have half a mind
As wasted as my time
Just to let that f*cker blow
What a show
Ride the pavement waves
Bear the Brewhouse heat
Taste the wicked wind
On Alameda Street
You'll see a broken man
Wind his way across my street
Hangs a right and then
He meets his broken friends
They smell of whiskey and defeat
Or so it seems
On my way out at 3
The bad girls call to me
From the corner on the way
If they get hold of me
They say they'll set me free
Long as I'm prepared to pay
Or so they say
The highway's hissing din
Dig the brewhouse beat
A daily deal on sin
On Alameda Street
Meet me there at 9
The food is cheap and fine
LIke the cerveza and the cooz
Find out where to score
Drive thru the liquor store
Try to shake these border blues
And that's the news
But was this yesterday
I wait without delay
For a moment I let go
And I have half a mind
As wasted as my time
Just to let that f*cker blow
What a show
Ride the pavement waves
Bear the Brewhouse heat
Taste the wicked wind
On Alameda Street
Writer: Cory Pearson, Daniel Mayhew, Miguel Monroy
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid