star_spandgled_bummer_(whores_die_hard)


shake_hands_with_the_devil

I know some people say that I'm the devil in disguise,
I won't try to tell you that I ain't.
I don't like believing that I'm evil in your eyes,
but I ain't make believing I'm a

duvalier’s_dream


ask_any_working_girl

I have been with the best that the bastards could muster
From Danny the Dildo to Sidney the Snake
And I feel like a working girl pausing to wonder
Just how much screwin' the

when_i_loved_her

Well, she didn't look as pretty as some others i have known
And she wasn't good at conversation when we were alone
But she had a way of making me believe that i belonged
And it

under_the_gun

Break a man, break a promise
Break a heart, break a home
Take a long hard look at a heaven
Gone to hell under the gun

See the child, young and hungry
Growing

if_you_don’t_like_hank_williams


stranger

Maybe she was smilin' in the mirror
Maybe I was too, 'cause I was stoned
Singin' every sad song on the juke-box one more time
Honey, they were hittin' close to home



forever_in_your_love

Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Album: Easter Island
Title: Forever In Your Love


Lovers make believe in dreams
Dreamers make believe in makin' love to last fo

please_don’t_tell_me_how_the_story_ends


you_show_me_yours

If you're feeling salty,then I'm your tequila
If you've got the freedom I've got the time
There ain't nothing sweeter than naked emotions
So you show me yours, hon, and I'll sho

johnny_lobo

Once upon a dusty reservation
Somewhere in the land of Sitting Bull
Johnny Lobo played with fire and dreamed of open spaces
Locked inside a heaven gone to hell
All the dre

i_may_smoke_too_much

Once my future was shiny as the
Seat of my pants are today
Then old mother luck and all her
Daughters started duckin' me
When i finally got tired of just sittin' there

epitaph

Her close friends have gathered.
Lord, ain’t it a shame
Grieving together
Sharing the blame.
But when she was dying
Lord, we let her down.
There’s no use c

i’ll_take_any_chance_i_can_with_you


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