binds us locked in twain You will remain my ball and chain My ball and chain you will remain You've always been my ball and chain My ball and chain
My friend, my friend, you were loyal and true 'Til that wretch of a woman, well, she got to you My friend, my friend, I've been down on my knees But I
I hit the road in a ?52 Ford A pack of matches and a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set, the gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the
She walked with fire at her heels The scent of smoke on the breeze Wherever she goes that's where I'll be Whatever she wants that's what I need Baby,
to their doom I spent those days runnin' hard and fast No place to lay my head And the sound of rain against the roof Was loud enough to wake the dead And
been waitin' for your cards to fall I'll catch all your mistakes I been watchin' you to see you break Oh, oh I watched you grow I saw you fall again and
old And these bars are rusted This is no place for us to die Before the seas boil all over And the wind and the water Make a grave for you and I 'Cause
tellin' me to pick up and go But I can't feel my fingers and I can't move my toes There's a drained Bourbon bottle layin' next to my head And the piss and
m comin' home On my hands and knees, I'm comin' home I know when I've been beat, yea, I'm comin' home By the skin of my teeth, I'm comin' home By the
We set out at dusk, we left them, well, not much The boys were shoutin' and kickin' up dust Oh, and as we ran with the fire behind us And the torch in
I hit the road in a '52 Ford A pack of matches And a postcard on the dashboard The sun was set The gas gauge was low And it was time to go I met the
two I been waitin' for the cards to fall; To catch all your mistakes I been watchin' you to see you break I watched you grow I saw you fall again and
moon cast a little light but the flames lit up the night All the animals laid down and died and there was ash..... Oh and as we ran with the fire behind us and
binds us locked in twain. You will remain my ball and chain. My ball and chain you will remain. You've always been my ball and chain. My ball and chain
She walked with fire at her heels. The scent of smoke on the breeze. Wherever she goes that's where I'll be. Whatever she wants that's what I need.
?m Comin? Home On My Hands and Knees, I?m Comin? Home I Know When I?ve Been Beat, Yea, I?m Comin? Home By The Skin of My Teeth, I?m Comin? Home By The
days huntin' hard and fast With no place to lay my head And the sound of the rain against the roof Was loud enough to wake the dead And my legs were tired and
locks are old And these bars are rusted This is no place for us to die Before the seas boil over And the wind and the water Make a grave for you and I
