SHAWN MAFIA: TUNES

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stand up in the court room

hide your bottle of gin

there ain’t no intermission

once this story begins

down past your alibis

there’s murky, bloodshot lies

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

drop the blue steel revolver

there’s a low fire in the still

when you murder in the twilight

every man get’s his thrill

lone stranger in town schemes

with a suitcase full of broken dreams

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

walked straight out of rehab

sold my car and bought a gun

found her prostrate in another man’s arms

that’s when we started the fun

blood, bullets and whiskey rained down

jumped a freight train and skipped town

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

we’re all misplaced and wanting

for everything we ain’t got

you can bluff your losing hand in life

but God keeps raising the pot

take a dream stick hit, pop a biscuit clip

the prosecution let the motive slip

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning

buddy you might make bail tonight

but you’ll be buried come dawn

hold up in the Pennywise motel

and it won’t be long

a left handed wife can lay you low

until you skip town with a suitcase full of dough

so take me back to the beginning

ain’t got a soul for sinning