Ryan Diehl - Blow More Smoke

Jerry felt the rain Friday afternoon
Had no plan he had no crowd
Went away with the wind
And all he had with him
Was his seven of hearts
I guess I guess the law can't catch art
They sit and tell you all their lies
Regret even thinking about them twice
Then Jerry goes out and blows more smoke
Ooo and one more and he might just implode
Then he made his way down to boulevard where he drew his gun
He took aim
He told himself it was just a little rain
He'd make it up with the fame
Tomorrow's papers blame it on the wild weather
Weather

Written by:
Ryan Diehl

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