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Knight Chris Heart Of Stone

Let him sit in the kitchen 'Til the red rooster crows And drink bootleg whiskey 'Til he loses control Let him find him somebody He can treat like a dog

Get up in the morning, fall out of bed Go down to the basement, cook up a little meth All the young folks love it, coming back for more Ain't it good

, rise up from the wheel I wish to hell and back was far enough to outrun, your memory I drive by that junkyard, count the times you broke my heart Watchin

Pour my soul into my song Playin' for the people all night long I work hard for my money and I want it now Don't make me have to tear your juke joint

think about it much but i worry bout it some a heart of stone dont break yourself on a heart of stone dont break yourself on a heart of stone

Pour my soul into my song playin for the people all night long i work hard for my money and i want it now dont make me have to tear your juke joint down

my boys life and my Janies piece of mind All I know is back in Logan I aint never been that smart But I know I had to leave there to heal my Janies heart

2 cups of coffee and im back on the road 80 miles to memphis, is what the lady told she smiled and thanked me, when she picked up my change says "you

All the memories of our good times keep crowdin in my mind but im counting on the bad times to help me leave you behind even though i said its over im