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Everything's Gonna Be Alright

You slithered in my holler with your silver-tongue lies
Stealin' sips from my jar, stealin' fire from my eyes
Thought the bottle made you bulletproof, king of the dive
But I smelled your cheap bluff from the first crooked jive

Teach ya a lesson, boy, with a fistful of truth
Whiskey wisdom carved deep in the booth
Her lipstick still fresh on your sorry-ass grin
But I'll etch my regret where your backbone's been
Outlaw's gospel, paid in black and blue
American bastards don't forget what you do

She danced 'cross your lap like a spark to the hay
While I nursed my rotgut, watchin' shadows at play
You grinned like a gator, all teeth and no shame
But dawn's comin' callin', gonna whisper your name

Teach ya a lesson, boy, with a fistful of truth
Whiskey wisdom carved deep in the booth
Her lipstick still fresh on your sorry-ass grin
But I'll etch my regret where your backbone's been
Outlaw's gospel, paid in black and blue
American bastards don't forget what you do

No sermon from the bottle, no plea from the bar
Just the crack of my knuckles, the fall of your star
You took what was mine, now the scales gonna tip
Lesson learned hard, with a busted-up lip

Teach ya a lesson
Fistful of truth
Lipstick on your grin
Etch it deep
Outlaw's gospel
American bastards, don't forget what you do


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