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(Shoot) Lucky
04:08
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Hold you close
No one has to know
If we got somethin'
Holy Ghost
Sound of mind and soul
A shallow blessin'
I can't be all
I can't recall your face
Is there a reason?
Why I'm here
And you're so far away
Must be a reason
Here, all things move slow
Were only flesh and bone
I shoot lucky
But I shoot straight
I wouldn't have it any other way
It might mean nothin'
It might be fate
But I wouldn't have it any other way
Dancing pyre
Cat got your tongue?
Not what ya wanted?
Trigger shy buyer
God's prodigal son
Not what ya needed?
I shoot lucky
But I shoot straight
I wouldn't have it any other way
It might mean nothin'
It might be fate
But I wouldn't have it any other way
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Main-Drag
03:35
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Honey said "Don't come around, baby"
"If ya feelin' like ya shit don't smell"
Main-drag with the gate down howlin' And a-shakin'
Never kiss and tell
She won't let it go
She won't let it go
She won't let it go
How can I complain?
Cut and dry, heard the line one too many times
"For the Bible tells me so"
Seen the good, was the bad
Can't understand what's playin' on the radio
He won't let it go
He won't let it go
He won't let it go
How can I complain?
They won't let it go
They won't let it go
They won't let it go
How can I complain?
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George was born in Pattison, dead west of Sugar Land
Toe-headed boy to fill the void his parents couldn't span
6 years old, he saw the world and knew he wasn't blessed
Couldn't hide as his keen eye refused the other sex
Gone, gone, gone, gone
At 17 his father cast his shadow on his bed
A military man "Get out and don't come back" he said
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Just past a score, George lost his only lover to the wind
Found himself another but never made it home again
Gone, gone, gone, gone
35 he had the drive, they taught him 'bout the gun
Secret secrets were his work until the work was done
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
44 and countin', there's never any change
While others grew until they died, he could only rearrange
Gone, gone, gone, gone
60 and still runnin', got the sickness on his tail
Release him Lord, release him, Lord, send him back to hell
Gone, gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone, gone
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Slow
Slow like your ways
Slow like the days
At the bottom of the well
Slept
Slept for a week
Slept in the breeze
Bound by the bell
Plans
Even best laid
Wither and fray
Fall to the wind
Faith
Sweet as peach pie
AIn't worth a dime
Won't wash your sins
Don't let your actions
Sign the deed
Fore past hesitations
Take the lead
Forgive or forget
It don't matter to me
Those past allegations
Never reap
Wasted, wastin'
Hung our dreams on the line
Patience never tasted
So bitter or so dry
If there's a lesson here
Someone open my eyes
Guess it's true what they say
In the end, everything will be alright
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