Lyrics

Well there's not enough people... the devil his pay Well I got a feeling there's a bible black Lincoln headed you way Headed your way Headed your way It's headed your way Headed your way It's headed your way It's headed your way Well all he wants to know is why you got off to Kalamazoo Well he's got a mighty fine... and all he wants to do is hear from you Hear from you Hear from you He wants to hear from you Hey hear from you He wants to hear from you Hear from you Well he'll put a pistol to your head... ...night time you'll be feeling the white hot heat White hot heat White hot heat Feeling white hot heat Hey white hot heat Feeling white hot heat White hot heat
Writer(s): Sam Anderson, David Matsler Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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