got a nickel that I keep here in my pocket
I got these snakeskin boots here wrapped around my feet
I got a picture that I keep here in a locket

Of a woman who's much too good for me

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I said drifters they don't step in mud puddles
For fear they'll fill it up with their own blood
I said drifters they don't step in mud puddles

For fear they'll fill it up with their own blood

I got a pocket knife my daddy gave me when I was 20

I found this dusty old hat here at 25
The years of my living add up to plenty
But I doubt I'll ever make it to 29


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In these familiar streets I used to tread
I see only shadows and demons instead
Constant reminders Of the sins that I've made

Blood that I've lost And the price I've paid

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