Libby DeCamp - Off the Wagon

Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Hats off, blast off, faster, while you can
Gold top of the land and
Ride along
Ride along
Over, over, water, woods, be damned
Light the torch of their clan
And if you're getting dizzy, well
A horse will always have to stand
And shoot 'em up
Comin' out, comin' out
Comin' out, comin' out
Backwoods backbones aching with the pain
Needing something to blame, so they
Run 'em out
Run 'em out
On discomfort, risky color
Good riddance to where they once stood
Let loose the collar on this mean old dog
'Cause someone finally said I could
Yeah, run 'em out
Growing tired of waiting
'Round a rusty gate
And your lamplight is so clouded
That you cannot see straight
Ringing out loud through every
Snapshot page
Is that only the unloved and the unnatural
Have to hate
So they
Tune 'em out, tune 'em out
Tune 'em out, tune 'em out
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The visceral pursuit
And stack 'em up
Stack 'em up
Numbers, numbers,
Plunder, plunder, now
Gonna take them downtown
Unholy, rolling off the wagon
But that's nothing to feel shame for now
Yes, they're rolling off the wagon
And I'm trying to figure out how

Written by:
Elizabeth Nowicki

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