I am just a guy, you are just a girl All I know is I just wanna rock world And all I have to say, I hope that it's okay Gonna be blood, sweat and tears
said I ain't hear it clear Too much money talking in my ear The end result of two albums in one year Blood sweat and gears Life in between the racing
What goes up must come down Spinnin' wheel, got to go round Talkin' 'bout your troubles, it's a cryin' sin Ride a painted pony, let the spinnin' wheel
I lost at love before Got mad and closed the door But you said, "Try, just once more" I chose you for the one Now we're having so much fun You treated
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Another man done gone (another man done gone) Another man done gone another man done gone another man done gone Another man done gone (another man done
with the southbound mail We'll be on time or we're leavin' the rails Casey Jones climbed in the cabin Dead on the rail was a passenger train blood was
All around the water tank, waitin' for a train A thousand miles away from home, sleeping in the rain I walked up to a brakeman, just to give him a line
Well, this nine pound hammer is a little too heavy For my size, honey for my size I'm goin' on the mountain, gonna see my baby And I ain't comin' back
I was just a kid roamin' around Travelin' through, a little ol' town A man walked up and said come with me You're broke and son that's vagrancy A carefree
You, take this hammer, take it to the capt Hey, take this hammer, take it to the capt Take this hammer, take it to the capt You can tell him I'm gone,
Born to be a roughneck I'll never amount to nothin' Pullin' case and layin' pipe Is hard labor Well, I was born in a boomer shack 'Bout a half mile from
please, for real 1 - [Keith] (Strings) Cold... Blooded (When I walk in the room, all eyes on me) Let me get your number (Got ice on my hands, ice on my feet) Cold... Blooded
We're getting closer and We're sweat tears blood and come We are now Our skin is fusing somehow What will we become? Why write songs? They only turn out wrong Sweat tears blood
Lucretia Mac Evil, little girl, what's your game? Hard luck and trouble, bound to be your claim to fame Tail shakin', home breakin,' truckin' through
40,000 headmen couldn't make me change my mind If I had to make the choice between the deafman and the blind I know just where my feet should go and that
There's been some women in my life, yeah You could say I've known my share Some of them cried for me Some of them just didn't care Some of them been
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