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Lyricist: The Dead South
| Song: | Crawdaddy Served Cold |  
| Album: | Sugar & Joy | Genres: |  |  
| Year: |  | Length: | 206 sec |  Lyrics: 
 We did the grind for many yearsToo many some might say
 It's easy to get lost with the taste of money on the brain
 We did it so good, so good so fast
 We forget some years ago
 We were toddlers in the grass
 Life ain't easy being on the road
 It's grab and go food and drinks
 That ain't good for the soul
 Well it's long nights and coffee cups
 Restless sleep for weeks
 And trying not to mess up
 Well we played our hand
 But we killed our fellow man
 We traded his mind for a wondrous time
 Oh well, what does it mean when you
 Let a brother down
 Can this be fixed somehow?
 Well the tires flat, the engine leaks
 Suspensions busted and the belt is weak
 We always seem to make it home
 But each time we leave again
 You can see the sadness in the man
 How did we miss this for so long
 Life ain't easy being on the road
 It's a van full of filthy trash
 And a bag of stinky clothes
 Long drives and cigarettes
 Sweaty suits for weeks
 And trying to play our best
 Well we played our hand
 But we killed our fellow man
 We traded his mind for a wondrous time
 Oh well, what does it mean when you
 Let a brother down
 Can this be fixed somehow?
 If you just needed
 Someone to call you friend
 I should have seen it right from the start
 If you just needed
 Someone to call you friend
 I should have seen it right from the start
 
 
		
		
	
 
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