Annie Oakley

There's a ringing in my ear
And it's hot as hell here at The Annie Oakley
Feel dirt between the sheets
Perforated by the end of a cigarette

There's nothing on tv
And i'm thinking to myself
Maybe i should get some sleep
I should get some sleep
But i've got half a bottle left

Oh come on inside sit at my feet
Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

We drove up to the edge
At least it felt like the edge of the world
We were outside Kansas City
Lucinda on the radio

I'm counting up my tips
Is there enough for half a tank?
Cause little Black girls better move along
When the sun goes down in this part of the country
Waiting by the side of the highway

Oh come on inside sit at my feet
Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

Oh come on inside sit at my feet
Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?

Oh come on inside sit at my feet
Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?



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Writer(s): Lizzie No
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