Dallas County

I've got a couple things left on my shoulders here
Some are mine but most of them yours
They'll all add up and won't be a friend
So don't sit up waiting for the call

Well the nights are hot and the days are cold
And the boys they never go home
Outside the door with their pistols sore
They're standing outside of my door

Ya, you put me down in style
This hotel it is my cell
We're all going to burn in hell
I don't belong here but I'll die here
And I won't regret a thing

I won't regret a thing
Well you were right I'm going to stay up all night
But you were wrong when you said I'd be down
The world's head spins and it gets hot gets cold then stays hot
Oh ya I know

Ya You put me down in style
This hotel it is my cell
We're all going to burn in hell
I don't belong here but I'll die here
And I won't regret a thing
Ya you put me down in style



Credits
Writer(s): Adrian Toulmin
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