You've got your hair permed You've got your red dress on Screamin' that second gear was such a turn on And the fog forming on my window tells me that the morning here And you'll be gone before too long
Who taught you those new tricks? Damn I shouldn't start that talk, but life is one big question when your starin' at the clock And the answers always waiting at the liquor store, 40 oz to Freedom, so I'll take that walk.
And I know that ohhhh, I'm not comin' back Oh not going back God knows not going back
You look so fine when you lie it just don't show, That I know which way the wind blows 40 oz to freedom is the only chance I have to feel good, Even though I feel bad
And I know that oh, I'm not comin' back Oh not going back God knows I'm not going back God knows I'm not going back