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Moccasin Creek

No Time

 

No Time

(álbum: Allowed To Be Loud - 2011)


The hour glass is running fast
Not much life to live
I hear the birds then a shotgun blast
Don't know what more to give
Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend, oh no

Let me out this cage, please
No more rage and I'm on my knees
Looking at the stars up above
Knowing that push may come to shove
Grab a bottle put on some shoes
Hit a cow trail what I got to lose
Probably oughta put down the glass of booze
Thinking to myself got the cowboy blues
No can't be that bad
I've come a long way from a redneck lad
Wind blows tree tops sway
Neck redder than some Georgia clay
Head on down to see Williams creek
Sweat pouring from the Florida heat
Take a knee I pop a top
I'm hollowed eyed won't spill a drop
Cause I'm

Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend
Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend

Crickets chirp and it calms the soul
Rednecks never die I'm told
Southern pride brightens up my eyes
And I could stay here til the creek runs dry
Yeah it's the life I know
Sad old soul on an old dirt road
On the bank of a watering hole
Just me and my dog and granddads cane pole
Fresh pouch of some redneck chew
Thinking bout what granddad do
Whiskey bent and a little hell bound
Sunday morning hear the church bell sound
I kill the liquor spit out the chew
Little old church on a backroad pew
Living life with no regrets
Just a penned up dog being put to rest
And I'm

Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend
Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend

Sitting here on the truck again
Sunrise as the day begins
Thinking bout when life will end
And how much time I've got to spend, oh no
Oh no

feito

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