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Wedding The The Last Stand

long, long way from home sending my love through a telephone. Right now, my life is this gun, and I?ll use it to get back to my son. We?re making our last stand

long, long way from home sending my love through a telephone. Right now, my life is this gun, and I?ll use it to get back to my son. We?re making our last stand

long, long way from home sending my love through a telephone. Right now, my life is this gun, and I?ll use it to get back to my son. We?re making our last stand

A firefly glowing on my left hand Used to pretend it was a wedding band A tall cool glass of Mama's lemonade Sold from a stand that me and my sister made

old church on the hill Still standing when so many fell Back when I was young, the birds blocked out the sun Before the great migration south We only shot a few They last

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cottonfield For dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of

This is my first wedding, can I hope it is my last? Things would be fantastic if me and the bride didn't have a past So, I stand by the buffet and submerse

Fat man lookin' in a blade of steel Thin man lookin' at his last meal Hollow man lookin' in a cotton field for dignity Wise man lookin' in a blade of

goes to bed There's nothing to say that hasn't been said It's not enough to wish you were dead You had the last laugh but he didn't know why He jumped