7-11 Blues Lyrics & Tabs by Laughing Colors
7-11 Blues
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Well it's midnight on a Friday and I've just been gettin' stoned,
I know where I'm goin' 'cause it's on my way home...
They won't serve me liquor, they won't serve me beer,
but they're open every hour, every minute of the year...
It doesn't matter anyway 'cause I don't want no booze,
I'm gonna stuff my face with Slim Jims, I got those 7-11 Blues.
Well there's trouble with my Slurpee, the machine's done sprung a leak,
there's burrito in the microwave and it's been there for a week...
Well I look in the shoplifting mirror and I can't believe my eyes,
there's a bum down in the corner and he's eatin' apple pies...
He's got Twinkies in his pockets, he's got bubblegum in his shoes,
and I can tell now just by lookin', he's got those 7-11 Blues.
Well it doesn't matter what time it is
'cause I'll jump right out of bed,
and I'll go downtown to see the man with the red dot on his head...
Well it doesn't matter what time it is
'cause I'll jump right out of bed,
and I'll go downtown to see the man with the red dot on his head...
And if I don't got no money, I don't worry how to pay,
I just take a couple quarters from the Jerry's Kids display...
Lord no, no I said, ya don't wanna, don't wanna be in my shoes,
cause I got those low-down, low-down 7-11 Blues.
Well it's 4 o'clock in the morning and I must make my escape,
so I head down College Parkway, and I hit the one by Cape...
Well the one in Severna Park I can stop by and get gas,
If that bitch cards me for cigarettes, stuff a Big Bite up her ass...
No, no, no, I said, you don't wanna be in my shoes,
cause I got those low-down, low-down 7-11 Blues.
