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• Artiste: 13 To The Gallows
• Titre: Old Paint
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Verse I was cinchin' up her saddle when her brain it came unravelled She was flirtin' with the stallion across the fence Her legs got weak she started to faint I hollerd out Old Paint Old Paint didn't have a lick of sense Chorus One more ride then Old Paint is gone She don't seem to ride the same Since she done me wrong caught her with the stud next door Had to carry on One more ride then Old Paint is gone Said Old Paint let me tell you this Your mine not his Girl don't let me catch you horsin' around that saddle Yours is just my size It won't fit no other guy Verse Broad played to many games with my head That rounder stallion gonna end up dead Make him bite down on the grain of a .45 44, 43 ,42 is the countdown Until they're turned into a bottle of glue Old Paint, she never had a clue Chorus Said Old Paint let me tell you this Your mine not his Girl don't let me catch you horsin' around that saddle Yours is just my size It won't fit no other guy (Thanks to Brandon for these lyrics)