"Pickled Ginger" as written by and Jeffrey Scot Tweedy....
Blown in the zone in the side
No one gives a zig and a zag

I never let you ride
I'll never bet you don't know
I sound like this in the night
I'll never let it show
Know when I'm towin' the drag
Where no one gives a zig to the zag
Oh

I might let you ride
I'm send to let you go
I can't remember the night
I know that I'll never know
No one tells me how to behave
I'm born and I go in the grave

No one tells me how to be safe
[?] 'til I go to my grave

I
I'll never let you ride
I'll never bet you don't know
I sound like this in the night
I'll never let it show
I'll never let it ride
I'll never kisses below
I sound like this in the night
I'll never let it show


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"Pickled Ginger" as written by Jeffrey Scot Tweedy

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