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Hell To Pay
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Hell To Pay was released on March 6, 2012 by Average Joes Entertainment as a part of the album Beer For Breakfast
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Release DateMarch 6, 2012
LabelAverage Joes Entertainment
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM84

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
JB and the Moonshine Band
JB and the Moonshine Band
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Robert Patterson
James Robert Patterson
Composer
Leroy Winchester Powell
Leroy Winchester Powell
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Fifty bucks ain't gonna cut it hoss
The tip jar didn't even cover the loss
From the gas to the motel much less'll get us home
My head's still throbbin' like a Waylon song
You fed us Pabst Blue Ribbon and a chili dog
I guess a man's word ain't worth nothin' back where you're from
[Verse 2]
Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
They were singing all the words to my songs
We played five long sets and everybody there stayed
Fork it over, baby, we'll be gone
But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
I'll introduce you to my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
[Verse 3]
You turned the shop back on and the power blue
I had to duck a Shiner bottle some redneck threw
I sang Free Bird acapella while you tried to get the breaker back on
And some chick was getting crazy in the bathroom stall
I had to pee so bad I nearly lost it all
No, it ain't my fault, you got a wild ass honky-tonk
[Verse 4]
Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got stoned
They were yelling all the words to my songs
They were jerry-rigging lighters out of telephones
Still up and going when the kegs were gone
But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
You can tell it to my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
[Verse 5]
Said my ears are still ringing 'cause my mic was hot
Head spinning from them Jagger shots
And I done told all y'all, I ain't goin' back to jail
But these here blisters on my fingers said the show straight rocked
And now they're gripping on the trigger and the hammer's cocked
If I gotta get buck wild up in here I will
[Verse 6]
Yeah 'cause everybody got drunk and everybody got laid
They were singing all the words to my songs
We played five long sets and everybody there stayed
Fork it over, baby, we'll be gone
But if you really want to try to jack my cash this way
You'll be hearing from my .38
You better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
[Verse 7]
Yeah, you better give me my money
Or there'll be hell to pay
There'll be hell to pay
Written by: James Robert Patterson, Leroy Winchester Powell
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