Toeman Jones - Won't Do Much

Tell it to your preacher
Tell it to your friends
If you find an answer that you don't like
You can tell it to mine
Tell it to mine

Take it to the bottle
Take it to the line
If you find some cocaine you can
Take it to the back of your mind
Back of your mind

Walking through the bayou
Drowning in the flood
Everybody's howling at something
It won't do much
It won't do much

What's it gonna do?
It won't do much
Won't do much
What's it gonna do?
It won't do much
Won't do much

Sending out the notice
Signing up for war
All I ever wanna do
Well I won't do much
I won't do much

What's it gonna do?
It won't do much
It won't do much
What's it gonna do?
It won't do much
Won't do much

After all we know enough to see
That we could have done better
After all we know enough to see
That we're all sick and dying

Rounding up your hound dogs
Ready for the hunt
Taking all your chances with
But you know you're fucked
you know you're fucked

Cuz what's it gonna do?
It won't do much
It won't do much
What's it gonna do?
It won't do much
It won't do much

Rounding up your hound dogs
Ready for the hunt
Taking all your changes with
But you know you're fucked

Written by:
Daniel Smith, Kelsey Yoakum

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