Lyrics of Too cool to be forgotten

Lucinda Williams

pochette album Too cool to be forgotten
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You can't depend on anything really, there's no promises, there's no point

There's no good, there's no bad, in this dirty little joint

No dope-smoking, no beer sold after 12 o'clock

Rosedale, mississippi, magic city juke joint

Mr. johnson sings over in a corner by the bar

Sold his soul to the devil so he can play guitar

Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten

(instrumental)

Man running through the grass outside says he wants to take up serpents
Says he will drink the deadly thing, and it will not hurt him

House rules, no exceptions
No bad language, no gamblin', no fightin'
Sorry, no credit, don't ask
Bathroom wall reads: is god the answer? yes

Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten

G g a a
June bug versus hurricane
G g a a d d g a d d g a
June bug versus hurricane, hey hey

G g a a g g a a
(guitar solo)

D d g a d d g a d d d d d d d d
(instrumental)

I had a lover, i, i thought he was mine
Thought i'd always be his valentine

Leaning agianst the railing of a lake charles bridge
Overlooking the river, leaning over the edge
He asked me, baby, would you jump into the water with me?
I told him, no way, baby, that's your own death, you see

Too cool to be forgotten, hey hey, too cool to be forgotten

June bug versus hurricane
June bug versus hurricane, hey hey
Hey

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