I was born to carry crazy in my head
I was born to be a thinkin man
I was raised to love the lighting .. sing praises to the storm
And to get it wherever I can
I could run to the devil
But he'd shake his head
Say I taint worth his time
Pray to the heavens
To accept my soul
But daddy never walked no line
By the eye of a needle
Ill just be damned
I got one last shot that's all
Had 16 shots
To kill my demons
May this one shot make them fall
Long in the tooth
Gray in the whiskers
Times running out on me
Better hit the path
get to runnin
Ole age slippin up on ME
OLD AGE CREEPING UP ON ME
By the eye of a needle
Ill just be damned
I got one last shot that's all
Had 16 shots
To kill my demons
May this one shot make them fall
MAY THIS LAST SHOT Make them Fall
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