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Outlaws With Chainsaws
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I'm going to introduce you to my old friend, pain
It's going to roll you over like a midnight train
It sounds like murder and that might just be the case
Your fucking body parts strown all over the place
There's something brewing in the air
Outlaws with chainsaws - we don't care
One thing I know for sure is that you're going to hurt
Bury your ass in a box down in the dirt
Your screams for mercy only add to my delight
No one can hear you on this bloody fucking night
There's something brewing in the air
Outlaws with chainsaws - we don't care
You had your chance and now you know you should have run
You'll wish you were never born by the time my work is done
Sawing on your body as I'm sawing at your soul
Welcome to your nightmare, I can smell your fear taking ahold
There's something brewing in the air
Outlaws with chainsaws - we don't care
Look up and tell ol' Jesus all about your sins
Cuz shit is really looking bad for you, my friend
I've got the means, Lord, I will set your spirit free
Ask his forgiveness cuz you won't get none from me
There's something brewing in the air
Outlaws with chainsaws - we don't care
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You're a lying, cheating, stinking drunken son-of-a-bitch and you best not come home no more
That's what she said to me
She never knew that I'd been faithful all along And now I'm down in misery
I may have come home a little drunk sometimes and I never claimed to be no saint
You could call me every damn name in the book but a liar and a cheater I ain't
Still, you left me darling and who the hell could blame you, dear
For, even as I'm sitting here reading your letter, my breath smells of whiskey and beer
If you'll come home tomorrow, we can start things all anew
But if you don't then I reckon we won't and I'll just have to deal with these blues
I've got the lying cheating stinking drunken son-of-a-bitch blues
She gave me all that I ever wanted I thought that I couldn't lose
She gave me an inch but I took a mile - I took all that I could use
I've got the lying, cheating, stinking drunken son-of-a-bitch blues
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White Trash Family
03:35
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We didn't know any better so we just called each other family
At 14, I headed out and started wreaking havoc on the land
I started smoking, drinking, got tattooed and joined the world's worst punk rock band
But deep down inside, I knew I couldn't hide
From the loneliness I'd come to understand
And the fact that I'd not yet become a man
Poor white trash farmers and rednecks make up my family tree
And poor white trash outlaws are all I suppose we'll ever be
Papa said goodbye, mama did try
We didn't know any better so we just called each other family
At 15, I quit schooling and started looting houses to get by
At 16, I was arrested - Me and my brother robbed an all night Stop'n'Buy
I sold some Mary Jane, LSD and cocaine and by 17, I was broke and so alone, I begged the Lord to let me die
At 20, I had 20 pounds of Mexican and an ounce of pure cocaine
I drove my pickup out west to meet up with my daddy in Spokane
We sold that weed together and I headed back to Dallas to settle in
And all the way I wondered how a life with a papa might have been
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Falling Down
04:24
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I fall down on my knees and pray
Lord, help me find a way
To shine like the sun although my sky is grey
I was flying high, flying fast
When time caught up with me at last
And I went down with the ship to the bottom of the bay
All my life I've lived in sin
Just can't help the way I've been
I rise above it now and then
But I just keep falling down again
Now, we all know that dope is dope
Some folks shoot and some folks smoke
But you've got to be the hammer or the nail
Now and then you just want to unwind
Throw back a bottle and smoke a little kind
But don't let it be the wind behind your sail
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Listen to me friend cuz I aint telling you again
Now, heed what I've got to say
Cuz I'm a badass trucker and a crazy motherfucker
So you best to get the hell out my way
I'm an 18 wheeling, methamphetamine dealing
Bourbon whiskey drinking son-of-a-bitch
And I'm never paying rent cuz my money's all spent
And I'm running you right into a ditch
I'm rolling into Alabama on my way to Texarkana
And I'm gonna lay my hammer down
So fuck your emissions are you hybrid sons-of-bitches
Cuz I'm running you right into the ground
I'm rolling in like a tsunami, there aint no way to stop me
I'm a psycho and I don't give a fuck
Cuz there aint no glory or a happy ending story
When you spend your life driving a truck
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Choctaw Outlaw
03:54
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Topless Tuesday
02:19
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Dakota territory riders, it's that time again
To head out to the Stoneville saloon and make a few new friends
It's party time and you all know there's some hell raisin to be done
So let's get a convoy of bikers together for that big ol' Tri-state run
We'll share some wild stories as we share some shots and beers
And let those roaring V-Twin cams be music to our ears
It's been a while since we've seen our brothers gathered in one spot
Where the beers are served up ice cold and the girls are smoking hot
Tig ol' bitties swinging to the left and to the right
On Topless Tuesday at the Stoneville, all night alright
Whether she's a supermodel or straight up biker trash
She needs to bring her sweet ass down and give us all a flash
There'll be kickass music playing as the girls shake what they've got
The Stoneville in Alzeda is the perfect party spot
Let the liquor warm your gut as the music warms your soul
And let the T and A fill this crazy waterin' hole
You'll have stories to tell your grandkids when they reach that riper age
And tell them how you met grandma back in the good ol' days
Then one day, they may find themselves down at the Stoneville place
On Topless Tuesday with a big ol' grin upon their face
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Corn Liquor
01:40
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Corn liquor, corn liquor, please don't let me down
You've got the sweetest kisses around
I'll drink upon you and then I'll fall down
Corn liquor, corn liquor, please don't let me down
I remember that time by the old hanging tree
Three fellers wanted to fight little ol' me
You came along and said, "That's okay"
And now them three fellers will sleep where they lay
Corn liquor, corn liquor, won't you tell me again
How you will always be my best friend
And we'll be together until the end
Corn liquor, a better friend there's never been
Corn liquor, corn liquor, you never let me down
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Snake Eyed Baby
02:05
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See that train rolling down the track
Tell my snake eyed baby her daddy aint coming back
Hear that lonesome song whistling--you've done me wrong
Tell my black hearted woman her daddy aint coming home
You left me so many times
I just aint got time for no more lies
Tell my fork-tongued mama I'm going now, please don't cry
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Shallow Grave
03:43
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There's a full moon out tonight
And I can tell by it's light
That tomorrow you'll be gone
Cuz I found you a new home
In the shallow grave I'm digging you tonight
There's a chill in my bones
Cuz I know soon you'll be gone
I have to say farewell
Before you start to smell
Never again will you roam
I can still hear your crying - I can still see your blood flying
As it covers me from head to toe
I can still hear your pleas when I dragged you on your knees
What you did, no one else will ever know
There's a tear in my eye
As I dig, I wonder why
You stayed with me so long
While you were doing wrong
I reckon this is where we say goodbye
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Seein' Double
02:10
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Well, I know that I'm in trouble
When I start seeing double
I believe I'm about to lose my mind
I drink till I aint gotta dime
I drank to your health so many times
I believe I'm about to ruin mine
Every time I see your picture
I get so damned riled
And ever since you left me
I've been running wild
And I wish I had a dollar
For every time I swallered
That devil's juice that's bound to leave me blind
Well, the whole room gets to spinning
It's my favorite kind of sinning
Seeing double seems like just the thing to do
Fat Charlie's is the place to go
When you aint got a lot of dough
Pull up a stool and have yourself a brew
Well, if you ever want my loving
Darling, you know where I'll be
Down at Fat Charlie's
Hoping you'll come back to me
Till then I'll keep on dreaming
As I'm staring at the ceiling
Seeing double and crying over you
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When death comes knocking at my door
I'm gonna lay right here and die on this here floor
There's gonna be some answering to be done
God don't want me cuz I'm the devil's son
I should have listened when I could
That preacher man done told me, "Boy, you ain't no good"
Lord, I'm waiting for that fire
I know my final fate is not what I desire
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