Longing For A Ghost

Whiskey Storm

HONKY TONK LIFE

[We hit oil on the back forty of our land.
The government sent out the IRS man.
He said, “There is an accounting to be made.” 
They will never find where his body lays. 
Every man keeps his own blotter,
oh yeah, come hell or high water.

I was married to a red hair gal,
but she ran off with my own best pal.
Well I took a gun and gunned them down.
Now they are both buried in the ground.
If the bodies are found, it’s more than manslaughter.
Oh yeah, come hell or high water.

Come hell or high water.
We are all gonna to drown
when the tide comes in.
Come hell or high water.
Time to abide for
your life of sin.

Now I am old and set in my ways.
So many sins I’ve racked up in my days.
Gonna meet my maker in the coming days.
I can hear the town folk say,
“He is going down where it will only get hotter.
Oh yeah, come hell or high water.”

Come hell or high water.
We are all gonna to drown
when the tide comes in.
Come hell or high water.
Time to abide for
your life of sin.

Come hell or high water.
We are all gonna to drown
when the tide comes in.
Come hell or high water.
Time to abide for
your life of sin.ws3

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