T. Hardy Morris hardstuff

Ease up on the hardstuff
It's gonna rub your gut all away
I know it's a pony show where the dogs won't go out to play
Out to play
Leave yourself alone
And I'll leave well enough alone, leave yourself alone and I'll leave well enough alone
It occurs quite regular
It is in the curves of your face
I can sit with you a bit but you got to admit that I'm too late
I'm too late
Leave youself alone
And I'll leave well enough alone, leave yourself alone and I'll leave well enough alone