Mesquite Cafe - 11.33 Blues

The World is heading for destruction
Like a fool chasing his wine
The World is heading for destruction
Like a fool chasing his wine

I gotta a bad, bad, bad feeling
We're running outta time

I got eleven elevens in my pocket
Number thirty-three in my shoes
I got eleven elevens in my pocket
Number thirty-three in my shoes

Waking me up half past midnight
Oh! I just don't know what to do

See that old rugged cross in the corner
It's calling out to you and me
See that old rugged cross in the corner
It's calling out to you and me

We might be fine on Sunday
But, where we gonna spend eternity

Written by:
Paul Villanueva

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