50 DOLLARS AND A FLASK OF CROWN
The Concho Valley's on fire tonight
Spilling out into the street
The
I ain?t got nobody, I don?t have a bridge to
I aint got nobody
I don't have a bridge to build
Better
There's a comfort in the cross
On the hill above the
I still think of you and forget my name
Forget the
Oh Lord please forgive me for what I'm about to
I sat down last week
To write a song about love
Something
It's a lonely road, it's a dead man's path
It's a
Look at us here, sittin around
Pissed off at the world,
Look at us here, sittin? around pissed off at the
Empty parking lot, half a cigarette
I got it off the
I've died a thousand times since you left me
And I
The sinners and the saints and the suicide girls
Passion into
More road up ahead
My radio still broken
The spinning of the
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