Who Do Call the Shots

four hundred miles of dark road on this no mercy night
lie telling shadows tryin’ to fool my eyes
I said I do to a highway, what was I thinkin’ of
she’s mean full of spite and she goes on and on
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who do
call the shots out there
who do
going to hear my prayer
riding a line thin as a razor between eternities
used up luck against a long cold sleep
pills and gas store coffee wrecking my insides
I got a loose bolt rattling in the back of my mind
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pouring out of the green dial low down true
singing straight to me like she knew my blues
I read your letter again falling down inside
you knew damn well I was the gypsy kind
sharp grit in a cross wind took the name off the sign
my eyes are falling
will I make it through the night
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