You can lie to your mama You can lie to your race But you can't lie to nobody With that cold steel in your face And the same God you were so afraid Was gonna send you to Hell Is the same one you're gonna answer to When the pin hits the shell Well, your sister's been blaming everybody And I don't blame her man, I guess I'd do the same If you were my brother, man, I'd probably stand by you But you ain't, man, so I gotta go my way And I ain't going to crawl up on no high horse 'Cause I got thrown off of one When I was young and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't going where I don't belong It wouldn't do no good to let you know That it damn near killed me too So I ain't gonna mourn for you, man Now that you're gone Me and you, we liked our pills And our whiskey But you don't want your head full of either one When the house gets quiet and dark Feeling good, it used to come So damn easy Racing trains from Second Street To Avalon Take a trip down memory lane But you don't see no friendly faces All the houses have been painted And nobody knows your name It's enough to make a man not want to be nobody's daddy Well, all he thinks he's got to lift his hand Now is guilt and shame And I ain't going to crawl up on no high horse 'Cause I got thrown off of one When I was young and I ain't no cowboy So I ain't going where I don't belong It wouldn't do no good to let you know That it damn near killed me too So I ain't gonna mourn for you, man Now that you're gone You can lie to your mama You can lie to your race But you can't lie to nobody With that cold steel in your face And the same God you were so afraid Was gonna send you to Hell Is the same one you're gonna answer to When the pin hits the shell © WAYWARD JOHNSON MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com