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Ethan Lee Sadler
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Letra
We're burning up the Natchez Trace
From Jackson up to Tupelo way
There're secrets here in these woods
Buried deep in the old red clay
There's something out beyond the shroud
They don't want you to see
And it's slowly taking hold of me
If it's the angel eating bullets
Or the phantom's smoking gun
You can hear them crying out
Where the deed was done
There ain't no amount of wishing
Gonna get you out of this
Cause you're just as close to Heaven
As you're ever gonna get
No way but through now, I suppose
And I'm smoking dope with Lewis's ghost
There's a fire on the mound
And there's cinder in my veins
The banshees came a creeping
In the throes of their cocaine
They sank their teeth into their prey
And drifted back again
Well, it's the angels eating bullets
It's the phantom's smoking gun
It's someone always crying
Out where the deed was done
There ain't no amount of wishing
Gonna get you out of this
Cause you're just as close to Heaven
As you're ever gonna get
The Trace can leave you rotten
Tangled up and dirty mess
The shades and wraiths of yesterday
Come for my pound of flesh
There ain't no amount of wishing
Gonna get me out of this
Cause I'm just as close to Heaven
As I'm ever gonna get
There ain't no amount of wishing
Gonna get us out of this
Cause we're just as close to Heaven
As we're ever gonna get.
Writer(s): Ethan Sadler
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