My Old Man Had A Pistol
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My Old Man Had A Pistol
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My old man had a pistol
Never carried around
Never taught me to use it, yeah
No blood on the ground
Images of a family
Somewhere deep in the South
Wished that girl taking pictures, yeah
Drag me out
Stand inside
Knees fall to the ground
I pray take me far away
From everything that I am
Must have lost all my memories
Must have blacked 'em all out
Thank god for the pictures, yeah
Didn't burn in the house
Stand inside
Knees fall to the ground
I pray take me far away
From everything that I am
I pray take me far away
Everything that I am
Escape is the only way out
Escape is the only way out
Escape is the only way out
Only way out
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