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Intro:
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Ooohhhoohhh
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M-16, AK-47, pump rifle, desert eagle
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All home made one to
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Chorus:
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Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town
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All in front ah station man ah shot man down
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Dem a walk wid gun in the hand and a run the town
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All in front ah station man ah shot man down
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'Cause they've got
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Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet
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Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet
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Verse 1:
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There was a little boy
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Once upon a time
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Who inspite his young age
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Small size knew his mind
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For every copper penny and clothes he would find
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Making wish for better days
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And for all time for no more
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Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet
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Repeat 2x
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Verse 2:
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He grew up to be a worker
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Did turn in to succeed
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Made a life for himself
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Free from worry wants and needs
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With nobody to share his life with
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With nobody to keep him warm
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At night when he go to sleep
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He sleep alone with his
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Cold feet, cold, cold, cold, cold feet
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Repeat 2x
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Verse 3:
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He struggled all his life just to be an honest man
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Proud of the dirt in his palm the soil of the land
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Some guys I knew from my school days
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Said they had a plan
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To get rich to quick
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They had to bound to me, Lawd
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Repeat Chorus
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Verse 4:
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He decided to drive a car
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He decided to carry a gun
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To take the biggest risk of all
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Prove his loyalty to his friends
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He decided to tell his wife things would soon turn around
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Said a little boy is dead
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A man stand wid him now, Lawd
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Repeat Chorus
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Cold Feet
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| Anthony B |
