Lyrics Draw The Line - Pickin' On Series, Cornbread Red

Draw The Line

Checkmate honey
Beat you at your own damn game
No dice honey
I’m livin' on the astral plane
Feet’s on the ground
Your head’s going down the drain
Heads I win, tails you lose
To the never mind
That’s where I Draw The Line
An indian summer
Carrie was all over the floor
She was a wet net winner
And rarely ever left the store
She’d sing and dance all night
And wrong all the right out of me
Pass me the vile and cross your fingers
It don’t take time
Nowhere to Draw The Line
Hi we were singin' on your cowboy song
You told Carrie
And promised her you wouldn’t be long
Heads I win, tails you lose
Lord it’s such a crime
No dice honey
You’re salt, you’re the queen of the brine
Checkmate honey
You’re the only one who’s got to choose
Where to Draw The Line
Checkmate, don’t be late
Take another blow
That’s right
It’s possible to wreck it
Cuz' you kill yourself
When you rock to the top
Your the boss of yourself
So suffer
Now Draw The Line
Ooo-Yeah