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• Artiste: HARDY
• Titre: Gun To My Head
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Lookin' out on the hardwood hollers and hills Hollers and hills Every day's a good day to be alive Be alive Lost in the song from a whippoorwill Stars pokin' holes through an amber sky Amber sky They say the lights in New York shine pretty You outta see 'em 'fore they lay you down But I know God didn't make no city Me and Him got a deal worked out So you can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now" Just climb on up in this Cadillac Wave goodbye and don't ever look back You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head Over my dead body Over my dead body Over my dead body Over my dead body My old man didn't break his back For me to throw my hands up and throw it away I don't think that I could ever live with that Four generations rollin' over in their grave So you can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now" Just climb on up in this Cadillac Wave goodbye and don't ever look back You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head Over my dead body Over my dead body The only way I'm goin' Is in boots in the back of a hearse Yeah, you can come and get it, but you'll have to put me in it 'Fore you take me out of that dirt You can put a gun to my head, throw me to the ground Say, "Take your last breath, or leave right now" Just climb on up in this Cadillac Wave goodbye and don't ever look back You can put that cold Colt .45 steel to my temple Draw a hard line, but man, it's real simple This born-in-it boy wouldn't give up the country with a gun to my head Over my dead body Over my dead body Over my dead body Over my dead body