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Knight Chris

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

I use to run from the past But the world got to spinnin' so fast I run from the future now I run as fast as I can Tryin' to be a simple man I just want

Don?t put a bridle on a bull He?ll never do what you want him to Don?t put a bridle on a bull He?ll just take you for a fool And if you take him by his

There ought to be a town somewhere, named for how I feel Yeah I could be the mayor down there and say ?welcome to Sorryville? It wouldn't be on a map

Got married at 16, had a 15 year old wife Guess I've been a grown man, just about all my life Like my daddy before me, I've done the best I could Somehow

I wasn't stranded in the desert I wasn't drifting out to sea I was in no kind of danger That would be the death of me But when you took me in your arms

Twenty-one days out on the road, the van broke down in a foot of snow. Don't even know where the hell we are, the batteries gone and the phone won't charge

In a cafe just off I-65 I seen a man and a woman and a baby child they were laughing, smiled at me when they went to pay And the way she was talking

I grew up near what they call the flats Ain't too many people knows where it's at Can't hear the highway, can't see a way out I guarantee it ain't nothin