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Today it doesn’t matter if tomorrow never come
No, today it doesn’t matter if tomorrow never come cause I don’t
know what tomorrow will bring for me, all the time I spend alone
with teardrops in my eyes, all the time and nobody set me free
The lonely nights I wish sometimes they where over, but they seam to
eating me alive and I begging to the stars that some one come and
help me make through the night
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The Patriot
So many years you live and it feels like
you live without a reason, you are so broken
like the Country you living in. Even the bar
can’t bring you joy anymore. Now, Mister
how can you walk out the door
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Time is running
Are you waiting for the sunshine, are you waiting for the rain?
do you know there is a time we start again. life today
and die tomorrow, say goodby to everyone you know cause there
is not mercy, there is not time for a preyer and the time is
running, the time is running away, and there is nothing left
to say... to witch god you are praying, in what devil you believe?
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The trucker Song
And the truckers they came every
morning, drinking their Coffees and beers,
and some Cowboys are sitting on the table
and say what a life we got here
Someday their playing poker, and having
a drink or two, than they got up
and saying goodbye cause there got a job
to do
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The stranger
He came from Alabama go down to Mississippi
and wanted go down to Texas, he ain’t got many
and ain’t got a car
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The sad Clown
And when he is going at home, when the sun goes down
he become sad and he know he can’t be happy but he’s
A Clown, and everything he can try is to stay alive as
good as he could
He’s afraid to face the day, he’s afraid to go to sleep
only when he laugh and dance and make the people happy
he forgets the sadness is he’s heart
And it is night and the music loud in Mary’s bar and they have they
fifth or sixth round and ain’t no one notice that he’s dead
maybe they see it in the morning but until the morning come
time will passing by
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The Outlaw
And he’s riding away, always escape from
the Hell in he’s soul. He sleeps in the Prairie
with a bottle of Whiskey, and no place he could go
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The murder
and he’s looking he’s whole life for forgiveness,
could not forget the wrong thinks he had done.
In the bar he drawing his pain in whiskey
on his hip hangs his old gun
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