Not for Hire

Lyrics
She rolled on the white horse,stealing all my gin And at the celebration i took the one on the chin And now a tiny little pony is a only thing i have We know what you've been reading We know what's in your heart We know what you've been eating In your fancy restaraunts And we don't like it No,we don't like it one bit I know,i said,i hate this town But this time i feel i've been away to long For way too long It's a struggle just looking in the mirror When it's too late after the morning has come Like a snake i'm trying shed my skin But i'm running out of places to run My dog so thin,i think he might disappear Taking chances in the heat of the sun You don't know what kind of trouble i'm in Like a rope,my hands upcoming undone This guitar is not for hire This guitar is not for sale I spent half my life in prison And the other half in the jail I'm not about to let you catch me No,i ain't never gonna down We know what you've been reading We know what's in your heart We know what you've been eating In your fancy restaraunts And we don't like it No,we don't like it one bit I know i said i hate this town But this time i feel i've been away to long For way too long It's a struggle just looking in the mirror When it's too late after the morning has come Like a snake i'm trying shed my skin But i'm running out of places to run My dog so thin,i think he might disappear Taking chances in the heat of the sun You don't know what kind of trouble i'm in Like a rope,my hands upcoming undone It's a struggle just looking in the mirror When it's too late after the morning has come You don't know what kind of trouble i'm in Like a rope,my hands upcoming undone
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Credits
- Producers
- Owen Morris