Mother may bell's in a a quiet hell.
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I hear a gun and a heart and slay bells.
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I'd say things have changed quite a bit,
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Since I was young and mother didn't give a shhh.
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I can't be saved it's too late,
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But with a little help I might concentrate,
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Long enough to start believing just to make sure your still breathing.
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[Chorus]
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No time for the broken hearted,
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Got to finish just what we started.
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The only promise to the pour departed,
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Is that they wind up dead.
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Just as sure as holy violence,
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We starve our songs in silence,
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Were all looking for a little guidance
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Down the long road ahead
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There's a cold breeze through city streets,
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Blows leaves like dreams neath busy somewhere in an easy chair.
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Somebody's momma crying, cause baby ain't there.
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My baby's so lazy like to lay around... Drive me crazy.
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[Chorus x2]
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The Long Road Ahead
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| Shooter Jennings |
