Junky Star (Album Version)

Junky Star (Album Version)

Ryan Bingham & the Dead Horses

The man come to shake my hand, rob me of my farm.
I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car.
So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast.
Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most.
And he'll will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say.

Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar.
Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars.
For when I woke a Spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand.
And a stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand.
And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found.
Where I can lay my head in town.

Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change.
Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain.
So I bought me a quarter full, I call to the other side.
And told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die.

But not me, this time.
I left the trouble far behind.
And he tied his arm off one more time.
The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm

Written by BINGHAM, GEORGE RYAN
Published by Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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