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Widowmaker
02:31
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One word gets me on the ground
Read me my rights, sir, I'll stay down
Don't I know it, don't you frown
My head is worth more than your whole damn town
I'll be the verb and you stay the noun
Boy get yourself a rodeo clown
Smoking with two hands tied behind my back
I pointed a gun at a man for the pack
Walking away as the rope becomes slack
Widowmaker ain't no heart attack
Lay them on the table and I'll pick my gun
The dust outside clouds the sun
Are you here for businesses? 'Cause I'm here for fun
I am what I am and I've done what I've done
Take that shit-eating grin off your ugly face, hun
I'm a motherfucker, so maybe you should run
Smoking with two hands tied behind my back
I pointed a gun at a man for the pack
Walking away as the rope becomes slack
Widowmaker ain't no heart attack
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Heartbreaker
02:34
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The gambling man couldn’t pay the Outlaw
The outlaw said, on the count of three draw
Man down, and the saloon stood in awe
Heartbreaker; the of gunslinger of Arkansas
No man will do but I’ll go for that Fox
She struck me like a new matchbox
I once killed a man for looking at me wrong
I’m here for one night but that night will be long
They chase like liquor and swoon at my song
Empty your pockets boy; I played you all along
No man will do but I’ll go for that Fox
She struck me like a new matchbox
Get me a girl who knows what she knows
They come and they go like the vaudeville shows
All along the railway; I’m a rambler too I 'spose
They want a dangerous woman, and I sure am one of those
No man will do but I’ll go for that Fox
She struck me like a new matchbox
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Pinstriped
02:38
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You can find me dead but alive will never do
I stole the show and the cash registered too
A Southern belle never runs, but not for a shoe
There ain't no man left that I didn't get to
Derringer ain't nothing for me to wield
Child, my weapons never stay canceled
These boots right here are made outta snakeskin
But I have no rattler, child, just a grin
Blue sky through my aviators, drinking gin
I burned the courthouse down again
Derringer ain't nothing for me to wield
Child, my weapons never stay canceled
I kicked gravel across the railway tracks
When the smoke clears, I'm like a death tax
Smoking at your funeral in pinstriped slacks
Widowmaker, Heartbreaker sits back to relax
Derringer ain't nothing for me to wield
Child, my weapons never stay canceled
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100 Proof
02:08
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Every day I feel more and more distilled
I’m sugar in a julep and my glass needs refilled
I’m 100 proof; fire proof is not of your build
Play with fire water and boy that’ll get you killed
There’s whiskey out of somewhere in a field
They stay stop but I don’t even yield
Bootlegger tried to tell me I wasn’t of the grain
You’re made in a bathtub and you’re going down the drain
I’m a tall glass of water if by water you mean propane
Guns out but I’m finishing the rest of my champagne
There’s whiskey out of somewhere in a field
They stay stop but I don’t even yield
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Genteel
02:37
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I’m not prim and proper like they just assume
I’m never in touch and I’ve never touched a broom
I’ll wear no dress and will have no groom
All the world is my enemy and smoking room
Lone damsel turned Bandit, my nom de plume
You’ll see the spark and I’ll hear the boom
That bitch came like a bat outta hell
Georgia peach, a southern belle
Officer let me show you to your cell
I fuck shit up and I fuck it up well
The saloon don’t charge cause I’m no good for it to the core
They start sweating when I bust through that swing door
I curse like a sailor and have the tattoos, what’s more
Do I kiss my mother with this mouth, I answered, boy what for
I’m a motherfucker, and sweetheart you’ll hit the floor
Plus I know your mother and your mother is a whore
That bitch came like a bat outta hell
Georgia peach, a southern belle
Officer let me show you to your cell
I fuck shit up and I fuck it up well
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Hold Up
03:52
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I’d like to announce that this here is a hold up
She blew smoke and didn’t hold her gun up
The train was full but she didn’t need no backup
If you want to try me go ‘head now buttercup
Everyone knew that name and face
On every poster all over the place
I’m wanted but do you want me sir?
She sat in his lap and it caused a stir
Life’s a wild ride; I’m a saboteur
Empty your pockets or you’ll get a spur
Everyone knew that name and face
On every poster all over the place
Someone pulled a gun and she shot him before he rose
Head over heals but I keep them on their toes
The gunslinger of Arkansas; they fall like dominos
I aim for the heart, but my shot is always on the nose
Everyone knew that name and face
On every poster all over the place
What’s my head worth now, as it says on the sign
If you’re a bounty hunter your head will be be mine
She opened up and poured out a canister of moonshine
Walked down the aisle, struck, and hopped off at the state line
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Single-Handed
02:36
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Don’t need no partner one mark is enough
Don’t play well with others too busy playin rough
Lawless, loveless, I left her on the cuff
I’m 100 proof; she didn’t want the hard stuff
You best play dirty cause you sure can’t play tough
You about to dip and it ain’t of no snuff
Never see the whites of their eyes cause how fast they run
I’ve got a cigarette in my mouth and a smoking gun
The sheriff drops dead but the vigilante can stay
It is your brave sacrifice I must applaud today
I’m a dangerous woman and I’m writing the screenplay
The stunner gets a gun and a man gets no say
Flicked ashes as I stood in the church off the byway
Then stole a horse and was on my way
Never see the whites of their eyes cause how fast they run
I’ve got a cigarette in my mouth and a smoking gun
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Running Wild
02:32
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Might as well give me the deed ‘cause it’s been done
Ain’t no one gonna see me and pull a gun
That piano been outta tune since the lord created the sun
It ain’t no bar fight until I said it’s begun
Line of fire, cocaine line got me running wild in place
Hundred proof damsel; Firewater to the taste
Im a chimney, you the sweep, and this shit is laced
She ain’t never let a good time go to waste
If I lose at blackjack I’ll kill you all and see you in hell
But if none of you fuckers play I’ll kill ya all, as well
I already been with each saloon girl but I don’t let them dwell
Heartbreaker herself don’t need no hard sell
Line of fire, cocaine line got me running wild in place
Hundred proof damsel; Firewater to the taste
Im a chimney, you the sweep, and this shit is laced
She ain’t never let a good time go to waste
So I dance on the table and you better put on a smile
Someone threw a chair and I laughed as it hit a man in the aisle
Looks like we got a brawl and I haven’t had one in a while
The day I don’t run wild is the day I’ll show up to trial
You know I never seen a day of my exile
So I’ll drink to that ‘cause I’ma smoke you by a mile
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Overstayer
02:53
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I stayed past my welcome; I’ll go and shut the door
My love don’t love me; no, don’t love me no more
I’ve been sitting at an empty table with empty words in store
It’s like seeing a ghost of someone you knew before
Oh there was a whispering about the town
Why won’t my love come back around
Four years ago I knew someone I could fall for
Now what’s fallen is a tree and the nest hit the floor
I’ve been living in your heart beneath a trap door
Four years of growing old together and no not nothing more
Oh there was a whispering about the town
Why won’t my love come back around
So I’ll pawn the ring I bought you way back when
‘Cause I know you won’t come home and clock back in
I take a pull like I take it on the chin
To good health so I won’t look back again
Oh there was a whispering about the town
Why won’t my love come back around
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Son of a Bitch
03:15
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Oh no, no I don’t feel bad for what I done
Like 7 seas, the're 7 sins; let me tell you bout one
I found a Texas girl digging in a garden overrun
My girl don’t come round today I said in the setting sun
Let’s get you cleaned up and I’ll get to know you hun
She came inside
Saw how I eyed
I gave her something that satisfied
Don’t tell no soul
There be bullet hole
In the heartbreaker who always lied
I’m just one son of a bitch and I know damn well how to hide
Heart, they’ll steal your heart, don’t trust em hun
City girls lure you astray but their work is never done
She was a spring beauty and I was dim to jump the gun
I swear I coulda chased the blonde all across the long run
Oh, she wooed like nobody’s business but was the business of no one
Oh, I don’t want nobody else to show me that much fun
She came inside
Saw how I eyed
I gave her something that satisfied
Don’t tell no soul
There be bullet hole
In the heartbreaker who always lied
I’m just one son of a bitch and I know damn well how to hide
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Kentucky Whiskey
02:17
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Oh the old country is as bitter as the end
They comin to take my one and only friend
Straight 160 proof; that old Kentucky blend
Southern hospitality ain’t always round the bend
I can’t be what you want, say what you say
Can’t never could see the day
Oh when I return I’ll be as fancy as can be
The speakeasy goer in the city gon’ be me
I was never the right way; I wanted free
Old country ain’t never could see
I can’t be what you want, say what you say
Can’t never could see the day
So no I don’t belong at the Club 21
New York City swept me under the rug
Rich man walks by and looks at me smug
On the sidewalk crying with a whiskey jug
The moon glows at me like a lightning bug
I can run but I’ll never find, I shrug
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Slick
02:29
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I held his arm, you a better now boy?
I smiled in my finest corduroy
Old country folk need steal your joy
Need steal you blind; need destroy
This ain’t no game but you’re the toy
That racehorse out there’s a decoy
Oh, I'ma sip my mint julep and sit right back
They chase their tails; I own the track
I heard what’s been goin on 'round here
They gon’ raise hands like a cashier
But ringer number 9 ain’t set to win, dear
I’ll wager you all that he won’t come near
Drew them in with no whip in the rear
Winner take all, of course, no fear
Oh, I'ma sip my mint julep and sit right back
They chase their tails; I own the track
So out he came from the gate and swung
The fat lady turned and went ‘head and sung
Oh I done somethin’ real bad and can’t hold my tongue
I went and drugged number 9 ‘for this begun
Their city slicker heads just spun
So I’ll take the pot now gents; gotta run
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Lightening Bug
03:22
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Another indigo night sky
It was June, almost July
No need for a mind’s eye
On the grass; life’s passerby
I found a jar for your firefly
But go free; don’t ever shy
I found a song for your sigh
I found a what for to your why
So let your eyes go and rest
I never knew what was best
A summer night I confessed
I love you; the dream undressed
I have a firefly in my hands
I speak and no one understands
Somewhere an applause stands
Somewhere a tired life spans
I am the wrench thrown in my plans
I am made of ants, not of ands
Somewhere a girl withstands
I am followed by I’ll be damneds
So let your eyes go and rest
I never knew what was best
A summer night I confessed
I love you; the dream undressed
I’m up again at 1 am
I like how quiet it is then
Write in the stars and begin
Watch the glow come back again
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Have-Nots
03:02
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Rich man got a leg up on his way up there
The hand you hold holds you down where
He walks with feet that never go bare
He walks the line cause he doesn’t care
Oh, rich man hates the underpass
Get a job and greener grass
Everywhere a war of class
Everywhere a war of class
Silver spoon fed and each day he grew
To never be a workin woman just like you
Six plus figures but one point of view
Boy I don’t take shine to shine your shoe
Oh, rich man hates the underpass
Get a job and greener grass
Everywhere a war of class
Everywhere a war of class
Eat the rich but what would we get
No grin that tells us to go eat shit
Ain’t no money will buy you grit
You never tried so you’d only know quit
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Bloodshed
02:33
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Man on the podium with the white teeth
White skin but what’s he hidin’ underneath
There are no words for you without a belief
There is no army for you without a chief
Write a history book and you’re the motif
Not a brave word, yet this won’t be brief
Turn on the radio and it’s the same damn thing
The sky falls, but don’t you worry bout a thing
A country we bombed is the enemy, you say
Don’t you think the other guys also think that way
If you were born there, you’d be on their side of play
Are you going to stand for something or just going to pray
There are guns on the streets and children pay
People die for nothing everyday
Turn on the radio and it’s the same damn thing
The sky falls, but don’t you worry bout a thing
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