0
Junky Star - Ryan Bingham
0 0

Junky Star Ryan Bingham

Junky Star - Ryan Bingham
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm
I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car
So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast
Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most
And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say
Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar
Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars
For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand
Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand

And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found
Where I can lay my head in town
Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change
Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain
So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side
I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die
But not me, this time
I left the trouble far behind
And he tied his arm off one more time
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm
Comments (0)
The minimum comment length is 50 characters.
Information
There are no comments yet. You can be the first!
Login Register
Log into your account
And gain new opportunities
Forgot your password?