Annie Oakley

There's a ringing in my ear And it's hot as hell here at The Annie Oakley Feel dirt between the sheets Perforated by the end of a cigarette There's nothing on tv And i'm thinking to myself Maybe i should get some sleep I should get some sleep But i've got half a bottle left Oh come on inside sit at my feet Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream? We drove up to the edge At least it felt like the edge of the world We were outside Kansas City Lucinda on the radio I'm counting up my tips Is there enough for half a tank? Cause little Black girls better move along When the sun goes down in this part of the country Waiting by the side of the highway Oh come on inside sit at my feet Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream? Oh come on inside sit at my feet Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream? Oh come on inside sit at my feet Won't you tell me when it's time to kill the dream?