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Thirsty Curses
Thirsty Curses
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Wilson Getchell
Wilson Getchell
Composer

Letra

One of these days I'm going to get out of the South I'm going to pack up my shit, and burn down this house And on the way out of dodge, yeah, I'll be all grins and laughs I don't know where I'm going, but I ain't ever coming back And I'm just going to drive, 'til I run out of road To the ends of the earth, find a new place I can go One of these days can't come soon enough Man, I ain't getting any younger, and my life kind of sucks All I ever wanted was a seat at the table of rock 'n roll If Robert Pollard taught me anything, it's that I'm an incurable And these voices are gonna guide me, 'til I run out of road To the ends of the earth, find a new place I can go
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