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Tequila Stroke
01:12
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Running out of beer
In need of something strong
The black shirt man come
I won't touch the coke
No money for whiskey
No more cold beers
Can't afford bourbon
My poor end is near
Getting girls connection
Unable to be succesfull
I watch a colored bottle
So I move foward
Take ten shots
Take twenty shots
Take thirty shots
Tequila Stroke
My life is proclaimed
To be medicated
Living in a bed
Once i went mad
Take ten shots
Take twenty shots
Take thirty shots
Tequila Stroke
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2. |
Surf Phase
02:39
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3. |
Winnemucha, NV
02:29
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I’ll leave behide
All that I have
I’m going after you, tonight
I’ve been in Vegas
Through out the desert
Thinking about the girls
But you’re the only star in the sky
I’ve been to California,
Night and day
Nothing comes close to you
You are the love of my life
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Seems like it's rainin' harder today
The rain must of known I was comin' this way
It ain't easy living on the run
If I pick up my step and pull my belt down tight
I can make it to the border by Saturday night
And it's lonely living on the run
I killed me a woman in Tennessee
I just broke jail and they're gunnin' for me
I'm on the run living on the run
I'm on the run living on the run
My woman wanted more than a man could steal
From the bottom of the decks
Where I learned to deal
And it got me me living on the run
Women love an outlaw I heard folks say
And I'll be an outlaw till my dying day
Cause it got me living on the run
I killed me a woman in Tennessee
I just broke jail and they're gunnin' for me
I'm on the run living on the run
I'm on the run living on the run
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5. |
Hillbilly Charm
03:23
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Early this mornin' without any warnin'
I took me a look at myself, good God
I seen how this married up life I been livin'
Was tryin' to choke me to death
I laid on the bed with my gun to my head
And I nearly 'bout ended it all
But I come to myself just before I got killed
And I blowed me some holes in the wall
I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up
And haulin' myself into town
I'm thinkin' 'bout raisin' so much doggone much hell
That I'll die 'fore I live it all down
I lay 'round this place 'til I'm blue in the face
And I may as well be underground
I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up
And haulin' myself into town
A honky tonk man in a honky tonk band
With a honky tonk girl on my arm
I may be as ugly as an old mud-rail fence
But I'm loaded with hillbilly charm, that's right
It's my life and no wife of mine's gonna tell me
I can't go and have me some fun
So before that old heffer drives back in from Waco
You can bet your rear end I'll be gone, long gone
Yeah I'm thinkin' 'bout crankin' my ragged old truck up
And haulin' myself into town
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6. |
Love me Baby
02:47
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Yes, you loved me and you sold my clothes
I love you, but that's the way that it goes
So it goes
Yes, you know how I feel
So it goes
It just couldn't be real
And we know it's wrong
And I don't think it's gonna go on
When I come home carrying my shoes
I've been waiting to tell you some news
And you want me home all night
And you don't want another fight
But you better love
Find some love
You better love me, Jesus Christ
Yes, you loved me and you sold all my clothes
I love you, baby, but that's the way that it goes
So it goes
I guess you know how I feel
So it goes
Yes, it couldn't be real
And you want me home all night
You just don't want another fight
But you better love
Find some love
Love me baby, Jesus Christ
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