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Paper Route_IDEA1
00:36
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My big mouth, what was I thinking
Four AM, who was I kidding
My parents were right 'bout all of their doubts
Letting me have a paper route
(and that's as much as I have at this point)
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Paper Route_WORKTAPE
02:23
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My big mouth, what was I thinking
Four AM, who was I kidding
My parents were right about all their doubts
But I begged and begged for a paper route
My first stop is Mrs. McCarthy
And she don't tip if I am tardy
I pedal my bike fast as I can
It's darker outside than a frying pan
My big mouth, what was I thinking
Four AM, who was I kidding
My parents were right about all their doubts
But I begged and begged for a paper route
Well maybe this time he'll be on his leash
Benny the bulldog, he hates me
I gently set the paper down
But Benny, he hears me anyhow
Oh my big mouth, what was I thinking
Four AM, who was I kidding
My parents were right about all their doubts
But I begged and begged for a paper route
Well just my luck the rain starts pouring
I think of my friends still in bed snoring
And the mamas and the papas
Their sons and daughters
Are counting on me come hell or high water
I don't know what I was thinking
Four AM, the devil's still sleeping
My parents were right, but I can't pout
I'm a kid on a mission with a paper route
Mmm/Instrumental
My big mouth, what was I thinking
Four AM, who was I kidding
My parents were right, but I can't pout
I'm a kid on a mission with a paper route
I'm a kid on a mission with a paper route
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Paper Route_MIX_B
02:35
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My big mouth, what was I thinking?
Four A.M., who was I kidding?
My parents were right, but I can’t pout
I begged and begged for this paper route
My first stop is Mrs. McCarthy
She won’t tip me, if I am tardy
I pedal my bike as fast as I can
It’s darker outside than a frying pan
My big mouth, what was I thinking?
Four A.M., who was I kidding?
My parents were right, but I can’t pout
I begged and begged for this paper route
Maybe this time he’ll be on his leash
Benny the bulldog, he hates me
I gently set the paper down
But ol’ Benny he hears me anyhow
My big mouth, what was I thinking?
Four A.M., who was I kidding?
My parents were right, but I can’t pout
I begged and begged for this paper route
Now just my luck, the rain starts pouring
I think of my friends still in bed snoring
But mamas and the papas, theirs sons and daughters
Are counting on me come hell or high water
Well I don’t know what I was thinking
Four a.m., man, the devil’s still sleeping
My parents were right, but won’t pout
I’m a kid on a mission with a paper route
Mmmm
Mmmm
Mmmm
Mmmm
Oh, my big mouth, what was I thinking?
Four A.M., who was I kidding?
My parents were right, but I won’t pout
I’m a kid on a mission with a paper route
I’m a kid on a mission
I’m a kid on a mission with a paper route
Mmmm
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Aaron Espe Nashville, Tennessee
I'm probably what Bob Ross would sound like if he'd been a singer-songwriter. Calming, positive music with a hint of sadness.
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