Tar Black Blood

I hit my head on my way down
Blood on my shirt, the baddest man in town
Gun on my hip, yeah I ain't foolin' around
Drink in my hand that I ain't putting down

Run. You better run
Run. You better run

I got back up, now someone's got to pay
The leaves start to change and they number your days
What would you like your gravestone to say?
I'll put this whole goddamned town in their graves

Run. You better run
Run. You better run



Credits
Writer(s): Hendrikus Christoffe Lamprecht, Pieter Swanepoel, Barend Frederick Booysen
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