Pure Grain Guarantee (feat. The HawtThorns)

You got it there on paper. It’s down in black and white.

I don’t remember signing my name but I don’t remember much that night.

Now, you’re here with a trailer to take my girl away.

Peel off my pen stripe and make a blue cliche.

You’ll get nothing. Nothing from me.

You got nothing. Nothing but a pure grain guarantee.

You see when I’m drinking I really roll the dice.

You can’t believe a single thing I say, even if I say it twice.

Your so persuasive. A goddamn disgrace.

So you’ve got a contract with a deal from outer space.

You’ll get nothing. Nothing from me.

You got nothing. Nothing but a pure grain guarantee.

Buddy I built this ride, flesh and bone.

These are the only hands gonna drive her home.

Now you’ve got a lawyer who’s picking out my cell.

He writes a nasty letter to really give me hell.

You’ll get nothing. Nothing from me.

You got nothing. Nothing but a pure grain guarantee.