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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cody Cannon
Cody Cannon
Lead Vocals
Cody Tate
Cody Tate
Electric Guitar
Gary Brown
Gary Brown
Bass Guitar
Jeff Hogg
Jeff Hogg
Drums
John Jeffers
John Jeffers
Electric Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Cody Cannon
Cody Cannon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leroy Powell
Leroy Powell
Producer
Eric Herbst
Eric Herbst
Engineer
Ray Kennedy
Ray Kennedy
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Hey pretty baby on a south bound train Step close to the fire let me feel that flame Don't speak no lies through that crystal ball Show me the world and I'll take it all Morning sun gives toast to the moon As we float by on a red balloon A voodoo woman said I'd go far Slap me in the face and kicked me out of her car You wanna be a star you got it Oh don't you know you got it Thats what she said But even those stars they shine so brightly just to fall So I wrap myself up in another song I'm gonna write it all down and sing it all wrong Walkinstick walkinstick walkinstick man Walk on by just as far as you can Its so hard to be poor these days I watch it all collapse through a midnight haze Hey copper man with your slick black hat Throw me to the curb show me where its at Don't cut your eyes just throw the cuffs on me But you're the only one here that wants to be like me You wanna be a star you got it Oh but you'll never have it I keep giving that all I got till theres nothing left I spend my time on everybody else so I think its about time I started helping myself Three black birds on a power line Lighting strikes baby just in time One went to heaven and one went to hell And the other is with me in the county jail Used to know a man speak words through rhyme Even do a dance for a shiny dime Its been so long I wonder where he went The last thing she said he was the president Blackberry deluxe the only one that I trust She the one that takes it all on me Throw me through this place darling show me some space Just the one to take it all on me Blackberry deluxe the only one that I trust She the one that takes it all on me Throw me through this place darling show me some space Just the one to take it all on me Strange dreams, strange dreams
Writer(s): Cody Bryan Cannon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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