Letras
All my good friends live down Freeport Boulevard
Yes all my good friends live down Freeport Boulevard
They get into trouble, no matter where they are.
Sometimes we drink whiskey, sometimes we drink wine
Sometimes we drink whiskey, sometimes we drink wine
As long as we’re drinking, we’ll be feeling just fine
They won’t send you no flowers, they won’t send you no greeting cards
Oh no flowers or no greeting cards
But they’ll send your ass down walking, down the boulevard
Get on back to your porch swing, get on back to your car
Get on back to that porch swing, get on back to your car
If it ain’t a Cadillac, it don’t belong down the boulevard