Back Roads lyrics by The Blackwater Fever. Riding the back roads, 12 hounds on my trail Closing in slowly, driving me straight to hell I got it wound open,...
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Riding the back roads, 12 hounds on my trail
Closing in slowly, driving me straight to hell
I got it wound open, further then a clock strikes twelve
The devil is waiting, with open arms
Maybe i could change my ways, turn this all around
But a rackin' and a ruin', the only way i know how
Hell's around the corner and the walls are closing in
The devil is waiting, with open arms
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