How many nights must I wonder, And how many nights must I wait? How many nights full of thunder, And tell me how many man must I hate? Putting one foot after the other On a highway that never ends. With a blues note comes from a guitar, I jump back in the saddle again. And I got my finger on the trigger, Ill shoot the big one and blow you away. I got my finger on the trigger, Ill shoot the big one and blow you away. Like a scene from an old western movie Where they hang em by ropes from a tree. The system has all been so groovy, But not when it happens to me. And Im throwing one punch after another On a prize fight that never ends. With a blues note from Frigos guitar, I jump back in the saddle again.
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 16:05:28 +0000
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