| Arkansas River, Sallisaw blue
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| This town never seen nothin' like you
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| They got silver spoons for American gods
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| I wanna be stoned, thrown American rods
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| I don’t own anything, you don’t know shit
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| With your bloodshot eyes giving my black heart fits
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| There’s a neon sign that says ‘Big Bad Luv'
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| And a noose hanging down from the heavens above
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| It’s no use, God bless these blues
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| Let’s get wrecked and bruised and battered
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| I need you, come on, burn right through
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| Honey, show me I’m not shattered
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| Down for the count, along for the ride
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| Sipping cold medicine, ruining our lives
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| Slumming I-40 with American songs
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| They can bury our bodies in American wrongs
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| It’s no use, God bless these blues
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| Let’s get wrecked and bruised and battered
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| I need you, come on, burn right through
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| Honey, show me I’m not shattered
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| A neon sign that says ‘Big Bad Luv'
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| There’s a noose hanging down from the heavens above
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| It’s no use, God bless these blues
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| Let’s get wrecked and bruised and battered
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| I need you, come on, burn right through
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| Honey, show me I’m not shattered
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| Slumming I-40 with American songs
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| Well, they bury our bodies in American wrongs, yeah |