paroles de chanson Slick - Pyrophoria
I
held
his
arm,
you
a
better
now
boy?
I
smiled
in
my
finest
corduroy
Old
country
folk
need
steal
your
joy
Need
steal
you
blind;
need
destroy
This
ain't
no
game
but
you're
the
toy
That
racehorse
out
there's
a
decoy
Oh,
I'ma
sip
my
mint
julep
and
sit
right
back
They
chase
their
tails;
I
own
the
track
I
heard
what's
been
going
on
'round
here
They
gon'
raise
hands
like
a
cashier
But
ringer
number
9 ain't
set
to
win,
dear
I'll
wager
you
all
that
he
won't
come
near
Drew
them
in
with
no
whip
in
the
rear
Winner
take
all,
of
course,
no
fear
Oh,
I'ma
sip
my
mint
julep
and
sit
right
back
They
chase
their
tails;
I
own
the
track
So
out
he
came
from
the
gate
and
swung
The
fat
lady
turned
and
went
'head
and
sung
Oh
I
done
somethin'
real
bad
and
can't
hold
my
tongue
I
went
and
drugged
number
9 'for
this
begun
Their
city
slicker
heads
just
spun
So
I'll
take
the
pot
now
gents;
gotta
run
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1 Widowmaker
2 Heartbreaker
3 Pinstriped
4 100 Proof
5 Genteel
6 Hold Up
7 Single-Handed
8 Running Wild
9 Overstayer
10 Son of a Bitch
11 Kentucky Whiskey
12 Slick
13 Lightening Bug
14 Have-Nots
15 Bloodshed
16 Indigo
17 DeadBeat
18 Boxed
19 Interstate 85
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