Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dead Bronco
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dead Bronco
Songwriter
Lyrics
There ain't no beer on Sunday, hell, that's Atlanta law
Can't get no weed in the mornin', hell, 'cause no one's on call
So I bought me a gun and I took off my shoes
It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone
I got another so-called friend, he be all tryin' to tell me what to do
Well, go on and shut up, just save your sermons for a fool
Well, I bought me a gun and I took off my shoes
It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone
My blonde-haired woman buried me on Peachtree
Yeah, 'cause she's got that red dress
Up, she been hell-sent to save me
But I got me that gun and I'm gonna take off my shoes
It's four in the mornin', I'm a bedridden, hell-bound, gone
I got lost, got lost on the road
I got lost, please hear me, mama
Well, now piece by piece, I been a-broken and a-hell-bound, gone
Can't get no beer on Sunday, bedridden and hell-bound, gone
Written by: Dead Bronco