Wilco - Quarters Lyrics






I travel where you worked
Was cold and dark as a cavern
You kept quarters in your shirt
But I never could just have them
You always made me sweep around every flying floozy
Under booths and bums asleep
Waking up, they'd ask you, "Who's he?"
Behind a glass without a glance
"My daughter's boy," you would say
Well, I stood there in a trance
Listening to the jukebox play





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  1. r.... ....

    put the headphones on and turn it up !  Well done Mr.Tweedy

  2. P.... K....

    I Really should be doing something else....maybe

  3. E.... E....

    That was a massive transition at the end there

  4. J.... Y....

    FAPPPING HAS BEGUN