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1995 |
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2. | I Ain't Goin' Peacefully |
3. | Between Heaven and Hell |
4. | Iron House |
5. | Daytona Nights |
6. | Tobacco Road |
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8. | Greeted in Enid |
9. | Eyes of Waylon |
10. | Wild Thing |
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Well I was born at A party in A barn,
With A guitar strapped across my arm so,
I leaned to play in a differant style,
Everyone knows that I'm hog wild.
Well I pick it high and I pick it low, pick it with my teeth,
And pick it with my toe you can hear me play for a country mile.
Everybody knows that I'm hog wild Yeaaa-everybody knows that I'm hot wild.
Well, I laid around on the farm to long me and those city folks couldn't get along.
My momma said, "You're A destined child, they all know you's born wild.
So travelled all over this land, and found myself A back-woods band you could hear us play for a country mile everybody knows that we're hog wild.
Everybody knows that we're hog.
Everybody knows that we're hog wild.
Everybody knows that I play loud
Everybody know
Everybody knows, everybody knows.
Everybody knows that we're hog wild.
Make it wild, make it wild, make it wild, make it wild
Make it wild, make it wild.
Rootin' around town.
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There's a big old smokin' crater
Where our house used to be
I spent all my pay check
Buyin' up that TNT
I just got back from goodwill
Where I dumped all your clothes
And I fed all your flowers
To some old billy goat
Now it ain't much but it's all that
I could think of at the time
The worst things were the first things
That came into my mind
I ain't done here enough
To get you out of my heart
But at least I'm feelin' better
What the hell, it's a good start
Pull out a chainsaw to the oak tree
Where our car bear a name
Took her back home to our parking spot
Upon lover's lane
I've been leaving lots of messages
On those bathroom walls
With your name and number
For some hot stuff, just call
It ain't much but it's all that
I could think of at the time
The worst things were the first things
That came into my mind
I ain't done here enough
To get you out of my heart
But at least I feel better
What the hell, it's a start
I ain't done here enough
To get you out of my heart
But at least I'm feelin' better
What the hell, it's a start
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