A seven or eleven that would put me high But it would be just my luck to roll an old snakeye Well once I had a woman who lived just for me But a pair
Girls from seven-eleven Stay up all night Twenty four hours a day I said Girls from seven-eleven Stay up all night Seven whole days a week I said Girls
broke down On the train to southtown Midway inbound Eleven to your seven I held out Carrying this crutch around Angry words came rushing out Eleven to your seven
Ho... He saw her every day, she was working at the 7/11 He would buy two hotdogs or some nachos Or a Slim-Jim just so that he could see her pretty face
Translation: Locklin, Hank. Seven Or Eleven.
Is he the black messiah is he another four years of bush I hate wasting time talking about politicians But is there any other way Johnny lost his home
It's been a while since I've tried to write a song about a girl so here it goes I write with clumsy words I see the sparks that fly are reasons to consider
What was I thinking All of theses years gone by yet I still try for nothing Where do we go Where is the scene we all believed in I'm trying to remember
take. I broke down On the train to southtown Midway inbound Eleven to your seven I held out Carrying this crutch around Angry words came rushing out Eleven to your seven
we got guns, ninety-two it was dough Nine-three was the key, nine-four was sure Nine-five took a dive, nine-six I was poor Nine-seven did eleven now
Nobody ever said life was gon' be easy But damn Just a kid, moms died when I was seven Pops died, eleven, what's up with heaven? It's hell when you're
shit That coke you got is stepped on, dawg Your blow ain't shit Therefore your dough ain't shit Keep provoking, shit These boys will Seven-Eleven your
All alone where I can hold her tight But she lives on the twentieth floor uptown The elevator's broken down So I walked one, two flight, three flight, four Five, six, seven
little boy about the age of six I felt so down, I wanted to get some kicks I was a little about about the age of seven Pity, I was havin' bad luck Pity
on the music train station singing 'on and on and on'. "on and on and on" checkin checkin out Mr Askey's song - cos he's late sevens' captain-on-the-
women with your hair a hanging down Open up your windows 'cuz the Candyman's in town Come on boys and gamble, roll those laughing bones Seven come eleven
I need is The ace of spades, the ace of spades Playing for the high one, dancing with the devil Going with the flow, it's all a game to me Seven or Eleven