Kickin' up Dust

Goin' west again
Leaving in a dust cloud
Cashin' chips I'm on the line
Don't worry baby I think you know
I won't let you down this road

We're living on the run
We're chin up to the sun

Burning tires and kicking fires
Whiskey mornings I'm alive
Not a slave to chasing paper
See you later come on let's drive

We're living on the run
We're chin up to the sun
Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Ciao bella baby hush now
We're living on the run

I got shotgun
There's no sleeping
Where I'm goin
Take what I want and I want everything
Gonna get mine and there's no stopping
Whatever may come let it come poppin
Street trash, walking in a heat flash
Heals in dirt, and a skirt born to hurt
Oh it hurts now tell me
Kicking up dust a six bullet gun
Ciao bella baby but we're on the run
Doin the bad thing til it's done

We're living on the run
We're chin up to the sun
Don't you miss me when I'm gone
Ciao bella baby's gone



Credits
Writer(s): Graham Rolak, Jonathan Shippey, Kyle Tekiela, Matthew Scoggina
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