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| 4:15 | 
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| 3:42 |
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| 4:35 | 
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I got a load of bad stuff
Laying heavy on my mind I got a smile that sometimes I find so hard to find I got trouble Chasing me every day Too scared to look out See what the bad sings say Well you can beat up on my busted soul Leave it bleeding on the ground But oh Lord you ain’t ever gonna tie me down I got the Devil He follows me around He keep coming Chasing me from town to town I got a two ton bag of lead Slammin’ down on me Well, peace and love Oh baby that ain’t never coming near me Beat my soul Leave it bleeding chained and bound But let me tell you You ain’t never gonna chain me down Oh Lord, never tie me down You better look out Cos I’m always gonna be around I’ll tell you why, I’ll tell you why, why why Oh Lord, you ain’t never gonna chain me down |
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| 4. |
| 4:15 |
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| 5. |
| 4:20 |
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| 6. |
| 4:21 |
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Got me an electric guitar
Don't she look so pretty I got me an electric guitar Oh don't she look so pretty I bought her in a small town I'm gonna take her to the city I got me a box with a with a speaker I'm gonna make that baby sing I got me a box with a with a speaker I'm gonna make that baby sing I'm gonna find me a future Somewhere between these strings WhenI turn that plastic circle Man I get to play real loud Oh, whenI turn that plastic circle man Man I get to play real loud Now I can play above the bar noise Man I'm bigger than a crowd Got me an electric guitar Well, they can fight and break the glasses Now I don't hear them no more Yeah they can fight and break the glasses I don't hear them like before I'm gonna take her to the city I won;t come back no more Got me an electric guitar, yeah guitar |
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| 7. |
| 6:47 |
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| 8. |
| 5:55 |
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| 6:03 |
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| 10. |
| 4:19 |
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| 11. |
| 3:55 |
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| 12. |
| 4:55 |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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