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Bad Magick
Lyricist:Waylon Albright Jennings
The sun don't burn fast enough for me In a cloud of smoke my conscience becomes clean Long and lonesome road, I've traveled to be free And I carry no one and no one carries me
I sleep away the days and ride the night To another lonely town and lonely night
Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands To die another day in the broken promised land
Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun To a life's some would call tragic I was born unto the gun and I practice Bad magick
The wind at my back, the desert at my feet I know no love, my only friend is my steed No one called family, my ties are severed clean My mother is the mountain, my father is the stream Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
If you see me young lady, just turn and walk away I'll be gone in the morn before you wake
Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands To die another day in the broken promised land
Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun To a life's some would call tragic I was born unto the gun and I practice Bad magick
Yeah, I'll ride away with my freedom in my hands To die another day in the broken promised land
Yeah, I'll ride away and I will leave you with the sun To a life's some would call tragic I was born unto the gun and I practice Bad magick
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