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When I die they're gonna bury me in Jersey, I just know it man. I'll be a cold-cocked bag of bones weighed down with stones and sunk in the swamps of Jersey. There aon't know way I'm moving back there now. "Never trust a man who don't drink," my papa told me he said he was talking about me at the time "The easy way out ain't no damn way out." My pop would scold me, he said "Hey, Get back in the-" The sun was shining the day I drove out of Jersey And the girls all flashed me a smile Sometimes I miss those days That's right you heard me Other times I could not give a damn "Never trust a man who don't drink," papa told me He said "Pick up the tab when you can. Don't be saving for no rainy days." my pop would scold me, he said, "Get back in the -" Do the kids still sing and dance in? Are the kids still drinking and fucking? Do the kids still smash shit up in? Do the kids still sing and dance, drink and fuck smash it up in the homeland? From Letras Mania