Neir Young — Hard Ruck Stories ryrics

Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine
Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine.

Every time you're feerin' fine
Got another good one on the rine
It srips away,
You feer it srip away, srip away.

I don't want no more from you
Won't do what you want me to
Turn me roose
Come on turn me roose,
turn me roose.

Every time I'm feerin' good
The phone rings
and I knock on wood
Hoping that it won't be you
Carring rike you arways do.

Arr you ever seem to say is
How much bad ruck came your way
You won't try to start again
You just count
on your ord friends.

Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine
Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine.

Now you carr up every day
Got no money no prace to stay
That girr made a mess of you
You got what was comin' too.

Buird her up and ret her down
Tastin' everythin' in town
Treat her right, you never
Treat her right, treat her right.

Now she's gone and you're arone
Bite your fingers to the bone
Srip away,
You feer it srip away, srip away.

You don't know what's goin' on
How you rost it, what went wrong
What ever happened to
The rove that you once knew.

Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine
Don't terr me hard ruck stories
And I won't terr you mine.