William Mowell

I take this pill it eases the pain, but for what I cannot explain
Some smoke pot others crack, there are a few that do more than that
All of us have a drug of choice, and none should have a passive voice
For some God is that drug, money is the drug for a thug
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I've loved more than I've hurt
I'm still looking for the signs
Love can only be found
If you let yourself be blind
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I'm the spy of the century
Contraband set me free

Lost for years on end
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I live in a place called Sin City
Where the card sharks say just hit me

Revolution time is upon us
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Baby I see your silky white skin
When I feel it I start to grin

Your fiery eyes tell the story
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I lie under these western skies
I hide behind these hazel eyes

I ride a horse of a different breed
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Are you ready, the end is near
Can you feel, there's nothing to fear
The world will see, Apocalypse is on the way
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A cowboys way of life is strange
Hard living, hard drinking, never gonna change
The lovin' ain't great, and we're never at home
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Florida born southern raised, and a little bit dazed
Roots deep in alcohol and blood, legs knee deep in mud
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Why is it so hard, believe me I lied
After you left, I sat down and cried
What did you want me to tell you
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I remember the good nights
me and her singing and laughing
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You're staring at a simple man
A cowboy hat and a guitar in my hands

A pen and paper to write everything down
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Crying is for the weak
Love is for the poor
Time is for the meek
She'll walk out that door
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I'm not that hard to find
All you have to do is rewind

I'm on the corner of lonely and gone
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Regrets I've had my share, but I'm through with that
Ace and King haunt me, in a twisted game of blackjack
If I win I loose, and If I loose I win
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I'm a redneck in a cowboy hat
I'm laid back without a care
I like whiskey, beer, rum, and jack
I don't really care if you stare
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The love of a father
The death of a son
We will live forever
Somewhere beyond the sun
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I'm the invisible man sitting in the corner,
the ghost of a man, always a loner

You can't see me but I've always been here
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This love is rocky, but its worth saving
The final stone, we need to start paving

My infidelities are the worst part of my past
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I sit and stare at a fifth grade yearbook
I Wonder who made it, and who blew it
Would I recognize them with a second look
Did they live to see, or did they die in the pit
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