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• Artiste: Black Mountain Whiskey Rebellion
• Titre: Fixin' To Die
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I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell I'd be tellin' you a lie if I told I was treatin' her well Now I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel Yeah, I followed her car to the heaven on the highway hotel I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell Sittin' the shadow across the parkin' lot Reckon that I'm probably right, parkin' that I'm not A pistol on the dashboard, whiskey in the cup Here he come, let 'em get inside, then I lit 'em up I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell 'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel And I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell Warden walkin' up ahead, preacher there behind Guard on either side in case my legs unwind Chains around my ankles, breads around my hands Walkin' 'cross the yard, never comin' back again I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell 'Cause I shot my baby in the heaven on the highway hotel Now I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, goin' to hell I'm fixin' to die, reckon I'm goin' to hell