My take on an "Outlaw Country" style. Some are just born with a bad luck wind at their back.
Music and lyrics by Aaron Ward. Published ZenWhisper (ASCAP) 2012.
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A crack through the window of my closed shades
Tells me it's morning...or dusk, and I've survived another day
Whole lotta gamblin' and drinkin' to cloud my head
One man found trouble, cuz I had four aces, and a fifth one will bring you dead
...No one gets out alive...no one gets out alive...
My last woman she was lucky, up and snuck away in the night
I'm a light sleeper, but I'd been drinkin' a lot that night
Shots of 3-digit proof whiskey 'll drown out any sound
She got away lucky, or I'd shot her ass right down
No one gets out alive
Ain't no one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
Ain't no one gets out alive
So, if you see me comin', you best turn tail or hide
I've learned quickly, that only I am stuck with me
Everything wilts around me, 'specially all I love
Wife...with child, I'll never see since they're in a place far above
No one gets out alive
Ain't no one gets out alive
No one gets out alive
Ain't no one gets out alive
You ain't gettin' out alive
No One gets out alive
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