She came from the middle of nowhere A sleepy Pennsylvania town Her mother held her guilty for so long Till she finally put those burdens down He spent
A sharp pain in my soul no cars on the county road i cant stand to be a goin home im so mad, im so alone i made some big mistakes i cant take back
I'm always hoping for a good time never happens on a tuesday night two weeks and I'm hearing the same play the same rhythm for most of my life I hear
I saw you walk in here with that guitar in your hand I thought I might ask you what you might be playin' Just one more question Well, I know you gotta
man. Wear your rag, you from 1-9-0? No! You know Pap, do you bang east coast? No! Have you ever hopped 1-6-4? No! Do the hood feel your wackass flow?
