I've got a feeling, it's hard to explain Feels like the devil rents a room in my brain The things im ashamed of feel like dear old st paul The things
Seen your face in every child that smiles, but I can't help but rejoice. And I've heard the song called thunder, but I knew it was your voice. Touched
I love how you curse when I wake you up And sweetly demand that I fill your cup. I follow your cool gun powder glare Honey, you lay me bare. You're
be done To deal out truth and justice with swift and sober guns For years you've met our thirst, Still deserts we have roamed But we'll be done dust
I've got bills to pay Taxman on my tail Just keep prayin' that the check's in the mail There are times it seems when everything's lost and I'm moaning
Well I woke one morning, found you staring down at me, you said "I'll take my share now, father please", and you took your money, and you took your leave
You were once a sweet little girl so innocent and pure Your eyes were open and sure anyone could look right in I followed closely your gaze you looked