Walking Papers
I know that you have something to say
But the chips will land where they may
I'm going to get rid of my biggest pet peeve
Your untold truths and the cards up your sleeve
Your a forlorn jacked up son of a bitch
To get through to you is like digging a ditch
I'm tired of hearing bout your so called blues
Dragging your ass and dragging your shoes
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
I'm finally gonna make my stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
When the train rolls by every night at ten
I know you're out there
Running again
A crooked minister in a neon church
You sure ain't lookin for
God in your search
You know that I have something to say
I won't be happy till you go away
The cards your hiding up your sleeve
I'm shaking them out before you leave
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Telling me lies where you stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
Walking Walking Walking
Walking Walking Walking
No more nights filled with untold dread
Now that I'm seeing the
Back of your head
I'll finally get some rest the dog and me
Making sure that you
Give back my key
Your a forlorn jacked up son of a bitch
You think you pulled it off
Without a hitch
I'll get it straight now
Gonna kick these blues
Getting it straight in the
Things that I choose
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
I'm finally gonna make my stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
But the chips will land where they may
I'm going to get rid of my biggest pet peeve
Your untold truths and the cards up your sleeve
Your a forlorn jacked up son of a bitch
To get through to you is like digging a ditch
I'm tired of hearing bout your so called blues
Dragging your ass and dragging your shoes
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
I'm finally gonna make my stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
When the train rolls by every night at ten
I know you're out there
Running again
A crooked minister in a neon church
You sure ain't lookin for
God in your search
You know that I have something to say
I won't be happy till you go away
The cards your hiding up your sleeve
I'm shaking them out before you leave
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Telling me lies where you stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
Walking Walking Walking
Walking Walking Walking
No more nights filled with untold dread
Now that I'm seeing the
Back of your head
I'll finally get some rest the dog and me
Making sure that you
Give back my key
Your a forlorn jacked up son of a bitch
You think you pulled it off
Without a hitch
I'll get it straight now
Gonna kick these blues
Getting it straight in the
Things that I choose
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
I'm finally gonna make my stand
I got your walking papers in my hand
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Cheating man
Credits
Writer(s): Paul Hansen
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