Sunday, January 22, 2012


Fuelin up on whiskey and anticipation
Ready for Cooleys screamin Gibson
Prayin I don't see her tonight
That powder and paper and the sounds of the dirty
 Might start the fury
The thunder might come rollin down on you and that new man you’ve been bringin around
You been fuelin my heart with fire
And now we are gonna see what burns
Now pour me another drink
Make it tall and brown
Better make it a strong one
To handle those chords that will scare the devil right outta ga and knock you off that pedestal I have placed you on

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