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Soles peel off of his worn out leather boots, Never look before he points and shoots Lies and lighting always light his way Learn to steal 'cause he refused to pay Too strong, no you can't hold me You're wrong thinking you know things You won't ever control me Trouble won't catch me Devil won't run me down No more places left that he can run You won't find no shelter here, my son But he keeps moving further still from home Too strong, no you can't hold me You're wrong thinking you know things You won't ever control me Trouble won't catch me Devil won't run me down Too strong, no you can't hold me You're wrong thinking you know things You won't ever control me Trouble won't catch me Devil won't run me down
Writer(s): Ronald Michael Pope, Jonathan Tyler, Truett Bradford Lollis Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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