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Some'times some people think you're crazy, dont get mad about it |
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I don't have a fuckin' single penny in my pocket |
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that old Jacky Daniels bottle it looks so empty |
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woke up every midnight |
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to talk to the wind that come by down from this goddamn capital city |
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I heard the words that I never ever thought it would be |
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as they told just pull the triger to make it a deal |
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through the bullethole comes the party show |
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I've been tryin' to make the point that I never let go |
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through the bullethole comes the party show |
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I've been tryin' to make the point that I never let |
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go |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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the last halter in my hands' my feelin' |
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I'm still here to get down to the slayin' |
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yet no one is gonna lay me down |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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the faith is gonna be my every last shot |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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baby 'cause I never quit |
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I ain't no some Mr.big as everybody knows me |
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but girl you can call my nickname for free |
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a heart with no fresh is the only shit that's blowin' my head |
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bady you gotta know that not a pose comes so easy |
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since my latist drinkin' it makes me intoxicated |
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but I cant just give up on my lil' six strings |
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the transmigration is callin' my name |
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my fear for agin' is callin' my blood back |
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through the bullethole comes the party show |
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I've been tryin' to make the point that I never let go |
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through the bullethole comes the party show |
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I've been tryin' to make the point that I never let go |
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[chorus] |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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the last halter in my hands' my feelin' |
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I'm still here to get down to the slayin' |
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yet no one is gonna lay me down |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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the faith is gonna be my every last shot |
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and the cowboys ain't dyin' yet |
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baby 'cause I never quit |
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[/chorus] |