Rowboat

Rowboat, row me to the shore

She don't want to be my friend no more

She dug a hole in the bottom of my soul

She don't want to be my friend no morePick me up, gimme some food to eat

In your truck, goin' no place

I'll be home, talkin' to nobody

You'll be strange, you'll be far awayBig fat moon

And my body's out of tune

With the burnin' waves

She's a billion years away

Dog food on the floor

And I been like this before

She is all

And everything else is smallPick me up, gimme some alcohol

In your truck, playin' the radio

I'll be home with the gasoline

You'll be stoned, you'll be far away

Songwriters

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