There's a church house, gin house School house, outhouse On us, 19 Hey, the people keep the city clean They call it Nutbush, Nutbush Nutbush City, Nutbush
Up with the sun, gone with the wind She always said I wass lazy Leavin' my home, leavin' my friends Runnin' when things get too crazy Out to the road,
Another turning point, a fork stuck in the road Time grabs you by the wrist, directs you where to go So make the best of this test, and don't ask why
[Originally by The Isley Brothers] Well, you know you make me wanna (Shout) Throw my hand up (Shout) Kick my heels back (Shout) Throw my head back (Shout
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side Into the darkness we ride On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named Christ On a bullet named
I'm past the point of returning For You I'm ruined and broken There is no way of me turning You've got my heart in the open I see it shrink in the distance
to say? Do yourself a favor I'm like a bullet in the chamber Why don't you do us both a favor? I'm like a bullet in the chamber I'm cold steel, hot
Like a bullet ripping through my life Opening the gates to a river Washing away your green disguises That control my life That control my life Washing
i'm dressed for the kill now. i'm dressed for our funeral. a dress down affair. an accident addressed to me from you... a self-inflicted starving state
Sergeant Baker got a call from the governor of the county jail Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets Load up, load up, load up with rubber bullets
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throwing rocks at the house next door you better make sure you got bullet proof doors more time to get your closets clean the skeleton police are on the
Have you heard that rumor that's goin' around My baby's got a man, Lord way across town It's the same old story, tell me where will it end Yes, I heard
roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate?s gun Roommate?s gun got nine bullets in it Nine bullets in my roommate?s gun Nine bullets
I'd like to tell you all a story About a friend of mine Who liked to drink good whiskey, oh Lord And have a real good time His woman, you know she left
Ridin' on a Greyhound, countin' those white lines Destination I don't know and I'm feelin' like I'm dyin' Well ten years on this road, my its took its
Well, he walks so tall to be so small Never met a man who's stranger He lives his life for a dollar sign And to deal with him is dangerous He knocked