Dalton Halls Band - A Poor Workman Blames His Tools

When the evening is gone
I will stand by you
When the sun starts to come up i'll take you home
When you're standing outside your apartment
I'll say good night and then take your breath when i say
Nah, baby girl I don't think I'll come upstairs
No I'm just not that type of man
Well its been a jam
Hope you understand
Thank my momma, she done raised a gentleman
Well its been three months, two weeks, and four days
This whole beautiful things a disaster
I wont lie my heart cant take another round
We turn around we're at it again
Nah baby girl
I didn't think I'd do you this way
I'm just not that type of man
Its been a jam
Hope you understand
Thank my daddy, he done raise a madman
No i won't lie
I ain't got no alibi
No I'm just not that type of man
Well its been a jam
Hope you understand
Don't believe, girl I've been a fool

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Dalton Halls

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