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Roll On
03:08
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It's 2 PM you're having coffee with milk
And I'm starting my day with a beer and a pill
And half a cigarette that you left on the table
When you left last night, you know I'd call if I was able
But I've got nothing to say except I miss you to death
From the banks of every river over every mountain crest
We had to pass
To wind up in this mess
And each call is a Band-Aid each kiss is a stitch
For a thousand mile wound that you don't want to admit
The miles add up and the smiles they fade
As the days turn to weeks in the snow turns to rain
Hold on, we’ll roll on
The darkest part is over
And I'll see you in the morning
Hold on, hang on
We’ll roll on
I met a man in Texas that watched his brother die
Six bullets through the chest from a blue steel 45
He said if you've got some living kid I suggest you do it fast
‘Cuz tomorrow's not a promise, can't keep living in the past
In this present moment you're where I want to be
Not playing shitty honky-tonks in northeast Tennessee
Hold on, we’ll roll on
The darkest part is over
And I'll see you in the morning
Hold on, hang on
We’ll roll on
I know it seems like I’m out traveling
Having real good times
But truth be told, I’d sell my soul
To have you by my side
‘Cuz one more sleepless night alone
Could make me lose my mind
Hold on, we’ll roll on
The darkest part is over
And I'll see you in the morning
Hold on, hang on
We’ll roll on
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2. |
Hell Yeah
03:33
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3. |
Zero
03:11
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4. |
Beantown Pub
04:45
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