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That's Evil
02:26
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Oh my lord, hell I am sorry
What I do, don´t come from you
It´s evil, that evil´s gone took control
Oh my girl, oh my sweet mama
I got that itch like a new tattoo
That evil, that evil´s gone took control
I´m living in a bottomless hole
Forgotten in society
Down and out, got nothing to loose
I´m a take ya´ll down with me
Hey little boss man, tell- me what to do, quit your whinnying I´m about to shoot you
But that´s evil, that evil´s gone took control
Hell all them rich folk won´t let me play with my band
Ain´t got no food, bitch I´m about to rob you
But that´s evil, that evil´s gone took control
I´m living in a bottomless hole
Forgotten in society
Down and out, got nothing to loose
I´m a take ya´ll down with me
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Abilene
02:49
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There's a town I dream about all night
Waylon said the women all treat you right
Well it don't rain much and a man won't loose his grip
It's kinda far but it's really worth the trip
To Abilene a place that won't break your stride
I'm a go to Abilene where you can find some peace of mind
I ain't bound so I can drink all night
Hell them honky tonks don't close till there's a fight
There's a ton of work so I can spend my pay
It's kinda far but I've packed the car and ready to go
To Aiblene, with my guitar by my side
I'm a go to Abilene, where I can find some peace of mind
It's been so long since I've been understood
Hell there ain't no slang or twang, boy I sure miss the hood
There's a place Waylon said where the women all treat you right
It's kinda far but it sure is worth the fight to go
To Abilene a place that won't break your stride
I'm a go to Abilene where you can find some peace of mind
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Paid In Blood
03:08
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Hiding in the hills, drinking puddles of my own sweat
Grinding my teeth down but I got no regrets
I keep thinking about Denver and what happened this past December
Won't be long till they find me
All my life I had to wear that ball and chain
If sin is my destiny then I accept all the blame
They paid in blood, they paid in blood for cheatin' me
Nothing should go wrong, I worked out my plan real well
I loaded my MP5, 7 rounds should send them to hell
Well I headed on down to the IRS to finally pay off my debt
I show no signs of regret
All my life I had to wear that ball and chain
If sin is my destiny then I accept all the blame
They paid in blood, they paid in blood for cheatin' me
All my life I had to wear that ball and chain
There's just so much abuse that one man can take
So they paid in blood, they paid in blood for cheatin' me
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Headed down to Rosedale, Mississippi
To highway 1 and 8 to demon city
In hopes the devil shows a little pitty
I'm a man who lives in misery
With a debt to the bank and society
I got nothing good going for me
Cause I don't want to live
But I don't want to die
They've taken my reason to live for you baby
But that's not a reason at all
I saw a man in the middle of the crossroads
With serpents at his feet, dressed in the finest of clothes
Looking for some poor desperate soul
Well hello sir, I'm your biggest of fans
I'm a boozer, I'm a user, I'm the 7th horseman
I want your famous Robert Johnson plan
Cause I don't want to live
But I don't want to die
They've taken my reason to live for you baby
But that's not a reason at all
Sorry son you ain't of no interest to me
You worthless loser you got nothing to offer you see
Go check if God is taking nominees
I'll do anything to crawl out this hole
Oh please, oh please just consider taking my soul
If you don't he sure as hell won't
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Appalachia
03:00
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I'd been woken up by her screams one night
I grabbed my gun from my drawer
Father had my sister by the hairs that night
claimed she was a a god damn whore
I shot him down for what he done
Shot him down for what he done
The police came on down, started snoopin' all around
Found my dead daddy on the ground
So we ran through the hills and the trees all night
Hunted down by those hounds
I shot him down for what he done
Shot him down for what he done
Heard those gun shots roar, hit and fell to the floor
Apprehended by the law
My sister went down, blood was all on the ground
She died under the Appalachian sun
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Prodigal Son
04:26
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When I left my mother's house
I was well supplied
I made a mistake and I did wrong
Now I'm dissatisfied
I'll go back to my mama's house
I'll fall down on face
Say I am unworthy
I seek a servant's place
I belive I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
Acknowledge I was wrong
Well I'll go back to my mother's house
To the place I love so dear
There they had bread to eat
While I am starving here
Well mama seen me comin'
She greeted with a smile
Throw her arms around me sayin'
Here's my wanderin' child
Mother said to her servant
Go and kill the fatted calf
Invite our friends and family
My son's come home at last
Well the banquets in procession
All sorrow had passed
My mother's heart was filled with joy
Her son's come home at last
Well, the eldest son was jealous
I believe I heard him say
Give my brother his portion
I never went away
Mother said to the Eldest son
You have been both good and kind
Not a calf have I given thee
But all I have is thine
I belive I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
I believe I'll go back home
Acknowledge I was wrong
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You Ain't Country
02:44
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I started this shit back in 2009
Then brought it over here just to make a dime
It caught on real hard like shit on a stick
Now I'm surrounded by all these wannabe pricks
You ain't country, you ain't country
Wearing over-all's don't make you country
I took a break but now I'm on track
Ya'll had your fun, move on over cause I'm fucking back
You ain't country
Singing songs about how hard you live
Yea living with your mama is some hardcore shit
Hell you got to sing about what you live boy
Like how your daddy pays for your booze and your whores
You ain't country, you ain't country
Wearing over-all's don't make you country
I took a break but now I'm on track
Ya'll had your fun, move on over cause I'm fucking back
You ain't country
It may sound like I'm just whinnying
But I've paid my dues and I've put a hell of miles in
When my time comes I'll die a proud man
Cause everything I have was made by my hand
You ain't country, you ain't country
Wearing over-all's don't make you country
I took a break but now I'm on track
Ya'll had your fun, move on over cause I'm fucking back
You ain't country
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Call To My Kin
03:37
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I'm a broken hearted man, just like I've said before
I'm barely getting by with the hopes to get back home
Like a wounded bird that can't take flight
My wings are now strong and willed
I'm ready to get back on home I send the call to my kin
I stroke my darlings hair at night assure her it's not evil or sin
You got to recognize honey that I just don't really fit in here
Hitting the bottle it helps sometimes to forget but it destroys from within
Hell I'm a broken hearted fella I send the call to my kin
You say I just run away from my responsibility
I remind you its been so long and I just met my family
I need to smell that Florida air, feel the sun burn my skin
I wanna get back on home I send the call to my kin
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Going Insane
02:46
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Well I think I´m going insane
Every time I turn on my brain
Oh lord I feel alright then I feel like I might die
Hell I think I´m going insane
Well I think I've gone and worn out my stay
Everything is backwards in this place
Oh lord, there's still no work, paying taxes like a jerk
Dear God I'm going insane
Well I do admit I was seduced in coming here
Free healthcare, a relaxed life, and a singing career
Oh lord that seemed alright but it was just air out your rear
Cause your country is based on fear
Now I remember why I drink like how I like to drink
I'm rebel born and raised don't tell me how to think
Fascists cops run the streets, denying freedom to the meek
Oh lord I think I'm going insane
Well if I don't get out I swear I'll go insane
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Cocaine Carolina
02:46
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Morning found me lyin' on a floor in New Orleans,
Looking like the patches was about to eat my jeans.
Feeling like my belly was a warehouse for the blues
And I sure miss my sweet Cocaine Carolina.
Met her on an ocean liner, called her Cocaine Carolina
She was quite a lady then and I was twenty two.
God knows how much I adored her I just never could afford her
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you?
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through
I'm going back to Sandy Scag she knows just what to do.
She don't love me for my money, she just wants my body honey.
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you?
Oh someone said if I was lucky I could go back to Kentucky.
Lexington was famous for its bluegrass and its hills.
Carolina we should get up, don't you know we'll have to split up,
Maybe I should go to California
So goodbye Cocaine Carolina you and I are through
I'm going back to Sandy Scag she knows just what to do.
She don't love me for my money, she just wants my body honey.
Cocaine Carolina how did I get hooked on you?
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Matt Horan is an American country/folk singer-songwriter from Davie, Florida. Better known for being the founder and front man of Dead Bronco, he returns to his country roots with his signature musical and vocal style writing true balls to the wall country music. ... more
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