Bob

Fifteen years getting loaded



Fifteen years 'till his liver exploded



Now what's bob gonna do now that he can't drink?



The doc said, "what were you thinkin' 'bout?"



Bob said, "that's just the point,



I wasn't thinkin' 'bout nothing



Now i gotta do something else to pass the time."



Had someone shave his head



Got a new identity



Sixty-two holed air conditioned boots



And a girl who rides a scooter to take him out of town



They could get away



Riding around, as the trucks drive by



You could here the mother fuckers go...



A couple of lines, an extra thermos of joe



He'll be kickin' in heads at the punk rock show, yeah



Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what



Bob's the kinda guy who knows just what to do



When the doctor tells him to



"quit your drinkin', now's the time."



Will he ever walk the line



To all my friends, i feel just great



But will he ever walk the line



Kickin' ass and bustin' heads



Red suspenders



Once a day he shaves his head



But will he ever walk the line?


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