The sun don't burn fast enough for me
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In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean
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A long and lonesome road I've travelled to be free
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And I carry no one and no one carries me
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And I sleep away the days and ride the night
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To another lonely town and lonely night
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But I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands
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To die another day in the broken promise land
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Yeah, I'll ride away and I'll leave you with the sun
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To a life some would call tragic
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I was born unto the gun and I practice
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Bad Magick
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The wind at my back, the desert at my feet
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I know no love, my only fried is my steed
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No one called family, my ties are severed clean
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My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream
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If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away
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I'll be gone in the morn before you wake
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Bad Magick
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| Shooter Jennings |
