Gov't Mule - 30 Days in the Hole Lyrics

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30 Days in the Hole

30 Days in the Hole Lyrics |
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What Are The Lyrics For 30 Days in the Hole By Gov't Mule?
All right, all right
Chicago Green, talkin' 'bout Red Lebanese A dirty room and a silver coke spoon Give me my release Black Nepalese, it got you weak in your knees Some seeds and dust that you got buzzed on You know it's hard to believe 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole Oh yeah Newcastle Brown, I'm tellin' you, it can sure smack you down Take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor Got your head spinnin' round If you live on the road, tell ya there's a new highway code You take some urban noise with some durban poison Gonna lessen your load 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole Oh yeah Where ya goin' boy? You're here for 30 days Newcastle Brown tell you it can sure smack you down You take a greasy whore and a rollin' dance floor You know you're jailhouse-bound 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole 30 days in the hole I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor I don't need no doctor All I need is my lawyer |
Who Wrote 30 Days in the Hole By Gov't Mule?
Steve Marriott
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What's The Duration Of The 30 Days in the Hole By Gov't Mule?The duration of 30 Days in the Hole is 5:58 minutes and seconds. |
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