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Time For Crawlin'

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Well these days things ain't been alright
My best friend's been a bottle nearly every night
So honey won't you let me in
I don't got much time as far as I can tell
Been walkin' a line between heaven and hell
So honey won't you let me in
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now my bones they are a achin'
From the choices I've been makin'
That keep draggin' me away
from all the names I coulda taken
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in
So honey won't you let me in

I need some help, I need a friend
I need some lovin' baby come on let me in
Well I've got more baggage than I can afford
That's why folks keep on catchin' me knockin' at their doors

And I know it's time for crawling
out of this hole in the ground
It's been too long running round
and round and round and round
I know I'm not the one who's been paying off his debts
But the winds are gettin' heavy here
so honey won't you let me in

Now that I've been knockin' at your door
For about half an hour or so, maybe more
My fists are gettin' sore
So honey won't you let me in
Then I see an old pal just walkin' on by
He says "Come on man, you're lookin' bone dry"
So I took a big swig from his bottle and that was that
I just need somewhere to lay my head
And someone there to warm my bed
So honey won't you let me in (Let me in)
Now I'm sittin' right here all by my lonesome
Makin' my home on a paving stone
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
Cause my honey won't let me in
Compositores: Scott Pringle, Nate Hilts, Danny Kenyon & Colton “Crawdaddy” Crawford

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