| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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| I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
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| You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
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| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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| I see them long hard times to come
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| My life is ill son… prepared to kill son
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| A paradox of pain, baby; |
| it’s real son
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| Lonely traveler, ain’t trying to battle ya
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| But if you’re feeling tuff dog, I welcome all challengers
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| Ain’t got no family, you see there’s one of me
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| Might lose your pulse standing two feet in front of me
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| I’m pissed at the world, but I ain’t looking for trouble
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| I might crack a grin, I ain’t looking to hug you
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| Think about it, nobody wants to die
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| There’s rules to this game son, I’m justified
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| I’m ready to go partner, hey I’m on the run
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| The devils hugging on my boots that’s why I own a gun
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| This journey’s too long, I’m looking for some answers
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| So much time stressing, I forget the questions
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| I fear no man, you don’t want no problems 'B'
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| Eyes in the back of my head, you better not follow me
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| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off who wants some
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| I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
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| You try to bogart--fall back, I go hard
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| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome-pissed off, who wants some
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| I see them long hard times to come
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| You probably think I’m crazy, or got some loose screws
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| But that’s alright though--I'm a’do me, you do you
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| So how you judging me? |
| I’m just trying to survive
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| And if the time comes, I ain’t trying to die
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| I’m just trying to fly, and get a little love
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| Find me a dime piece and get a little hug
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| Hook the car up--hit the bar up--clean the scars up--hey yo, the stars up
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| Hey this is the life of an outlaw
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| We ain’t promised tomorrow--I'm living now, dog
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| I’m walking through life. |
| but yo my feet hurt
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| All my blessings are fed, man I’ll rest when I’m dead
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| Look through my eyes and see the real world
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| Take a walk with me, have a talk with me
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| Where we end up--God only knows
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| Strap your boots on tight you might be alright
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| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
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| I’m fighting for my soul, God get at your boy
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| You try to bogart fall back I go hard
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| On this lonely road, trying to make it home
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| Doing it by my lonesome pissed off who wants some
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| I see them long hard times to come |