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KMAG YOYO
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hayes Carll
Hayes Carll
Performer
Brad Jones
Brad Jones
Piano
John Michael Schoepf
John Michael Schoepf
Bass
Scott Davis
Scott Davis
Electric Guitar
Kenny Smith
Kenny Smith
Drums
Ricky Ray Jackson
Ricky Ray Jackson
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Hayes Carll
Hayes Carll
Composer
Scott Davis
Scott Davis
Composer
John Evans
John Evans
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brad Jones
Brad Jones
Producer
Stuart Sullivan
Stuart Sullivan
Engineer
Richard Dodd
Richard Dodd
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Well, daddy joined the air force Said it was a good source Danger, love and money But it only led to divorce Ended up in Abilene Workin' at a Dairy Queen Put me in the Army On the day that I turned 17 Here I am standing In the desert with a gun Thought of goin' AWOL But I'm too afraid to run So I got myself a new plan Stealing from the Taliban Make a little money Turnin' poppies into heroin Sergeant didn't like it So they put me in a hole I said it's easy shootin' When they don't know where to go Threw me on a lily pad Sent me home to NORAD Knew I'd be in trouble But I didn't think it'd be this bad A stranger wearing all black Met me on the tarmac Told him I was sorry But I ain't never going back He said you ain't in trouble, son Learned to fire without a gun Got a new assignment Now you working for the Pentagon Gonna take a trip Wouldn't tell me what it's for Gotta to serve your country Gonna help us win the war MIT, PhD's Night and day, they testing me Ain't what I was thinking But I'm being all that I can be I ain't no genius But I knew it wasn't right Eating uppers in the morning And LSD at night Send me off to deep space Help them win the arms race Ola me, oh, mighty But this shit has got a funny taste I think I hear the countdown Hundred feet above the ground Told me when I'm leaving But nothing 'bout coming down Sitting on a bad dream Thousand pounds of gasoline Ain't leaving nothing But some rubble in my slipstream Mama always said I should be aiming for the moon Never would have guessed That I'd be passing by soon How the hell did I get here? Blasting through the atmosphere Drop my rocket boosters And I'm shifting into high gear Bowie on my system And a bottle on my knee Armstrong ain't got nothing on me Hey yo, here we go KMAG YOYO Someone wanna get me Got to come up where the sun don't go I think I see a bright light Something 'bout it ain't right Laid down in a spaceship Woke up in a fire fight Tripping from the morphine Came down in a bad scene God, don't let me die here I ain't even 19 I won't ever ask you, Lord For anything again Swear it on the Bible Torah, Koran Lying in a rhino track 'Bout to have a heart attack IED got to me Someone call a medi-vac I need some fixin' Now how long has it been Never wanna go and try And shoot a gun again Slippin' out the back door Wanna join the Peace Corps Tell me I'm a hero Now someone else can fight this war
Writer(s): Hayes Carll, John Evans, Scott Davis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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