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Come sit down beside me
And a story Iâll tell
âBout a boy who once grew up
On the outskirts of hell
Where the women were evil
And those men were all thieves
Guns in their garters
And cards up their sleeves
Chances were taken
Regrets they were few
The streets were his teacher
And he learned what to do
But you donât trust the women
Oh he learned that one slow
Cause thereâs always a woman
Wherever you go
He learned to drink whiskey
And he learned not to cry
Ainât no use in cryinâ
When youâre livinâ a lie
And he turned twenty-seven
In some dimly lit bar
While food for his family
Sat out in the car
Now Iâm looking back over
This life that Iâve known
Chances Iâve taken
And the seeds I have sown
And the chains that once held me
Theyâre an old memory
The battleâs all over
I have scars but Iâm free
The battleâs all over
I have scars but Iâm free
- Album:
- Old Friend
- Evolution