Junky Star
Ryan Bingham
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A D G The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farmA D G I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his carA D G So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coastA D G Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the mostD A G And hell will have to pay,A D I went a little bit too far I'd sayContinúa después del anuncioHalf drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand Then the stranger took the place, with words I couldn't understand And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found Where I can lay my head in town Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain So I borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to dieD A G But not me, this timeD A G I left the trouble far behindA D And he tied his arm off one more timeA D G The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm