Don't Let The Door Hit You In The Rash

by Allen Paulson
(25 27 Des Plaines Ave, North Riverside, Illinois 60546 U.S.)

Waking in a field of gold.

I'm never growing old.
Got my lyrics sold.
My words are out in bold.

Flying in a sky a grass.
I just may burn and crash.
This old flesh just a mound of ash.
Better not let the door hit me in my rash.

I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
It's a long way to hoe to conceal a little stash.
I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
Unless I got some gold to cover all the cash.

Sleeping all day in a hazy lazy way.
Gotta say a life a crime never ever pays.
Shooting down stars in a honkytonk dive.
Guess I should be thankful for even being alive.

Mama's in my left ear.
Daddy's in my right.
Boy you better settle down.
And quit that stuff tonight.

I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
It's a long way to hoe to conceal a little stash.
I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
Unless I got some gold to cover all the cash.

I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
It's a long way to hoe to conceal a little stash.
I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
Unless I got some gold to cover all the cash.

I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
It's a long way to hoe to conceal a little stash.
I better not let the door hit me in my rash.
Unless I got some gold to cover all the cash.







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