Honey don't you walk out, I'm too drunk to follow I know you won't feel this way tomorrow A little rough around the edges
You picked me up in the mornin', and you paid all my tickets Then she screamed in the car And left me out in the thicket Well I never woulda dreamed That her heart was so wicked 'Cause it's so hard to kick it,
Even before my father's fathers They called us all rebels As they burned our cornfields And left our cities leveled Well I still feel the eyes of them blue-bellied devils While I'm walking around through the concrete and metal
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