| Lyrics | Song | Album |
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| You sing about Johnny Cash, The Man In Black would'a whipped your ass | |
| Regrets been known to give a man a beatin', but I ain't in the mood for fighting back this evenin' | |
| Stranded at the station, and my mind caught the last train for the coast | |
| Every life owes a death, thats what the Bible says | |
| I love sleeping in on Saturdays | |
| Our best blue jeans have Skoal rings, we wear our boots to church | |
| I got a night in jail and pissed old man | |
| She was my best friend, and it broke my heart, but I dont regret the day she became | |
| Man, this life has sure been a mother | |
| We sit on his headstone with a fifth of Jack D | |
| Changed my cause, but my definition of change just ain't the same | |
| | Lyrics | Song | Album |
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| Keep your mouth shut, and carry a big stick | |
| That ol' house is in the rear view: ridin' shotgun is her ghost | |
| I've got a hard head, I get that from my Dad | |
| Flipped off that coach left that school in the dust | |
| No I ain't sayin' I'll never die but 'til I do I'm on borrowed time | |
| Yeah I tried like hell to hook her on the Man in Black | |
| Put me on a westbound train, An' ship me off in the pourin' rain | |
| Like the time they hid that grass from those cops in Tupavo | |
| Yeah, the scars on these knuckles match the scuffs on these cowboy boots | |
| She was pacin' back and forth on her front porch | |
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