Lyrics

I woke up Pistol in hand Holding a man down with it pressed against his head If you can't tell By the looks of things I might have something dangerous living in me Buried deep down Where no one can see When I came too I was hit by a train That southbound Houston line and powdered cocaine Just like that casino outside of Reno My lights never turn off and the sun don't ever shine It's easy to lose yourself and finding love in your altered self For a little while Yeah but now I'm holding office in this church pew here in August Counting off all my transgressions and the sin I keep close Holding hands with some strangers thinking this is something dangerous Believing more than just myself I hope the Good Lord comes on through Yeah it clicked about the time those handcuffs did outside of that beer and wine And I had a hole in my jumpsuit thinking even it's ripped too You can't win playing Cowboys and Indians Yeah but now I'm holding office in this church pew here in August Counting off all my transgressions and the sin I keep close Holding hands with some strangers thinking this is something dangerous Believing more than just myself I hope the Good Lord comes on through Yeah but now I'm holding office in this church pew here in August Counting off all my transgressions and the sin I keep close Holding hands with some strangers thinking this is something dangerous Believing more than just myself I hope the Good Lord comes on through Believing more than just myself I hope the Good Lord comes on through Believing more than just myself I hope the Good Lord comes on through
Writer(s): Joshua Fields Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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