LONG DISTANCE TALES FOR RIDERS

Long, long ago in a land far away
I remember the day she left my side
But now that I know all the things that I know
Well, I’ll surely be alright be alright

My baby left her home down in Hoot Owl Oklahome
But she still carried the memories of that farm
And the naked summer dances down at the swimming hole
She don’t know she don’t know she don’t know

When I caught up with my baby she was with some other guy
Well, I nearly torn the hair out of my head
Then she started screaming how I don’t love her anymore
I’ll prove her wrong prove her wrong prove her wrong

See I got a baseball bat in the trunk of my car
And I have the keys to my trunk here in my hand
If I had my fucking shotgun I would kill them where they
stand
But I don’t know I don’t know I don’t know

Well, I got that baseball bat out of the trunk of my car
And I waved it in the air and starting shouting
You stole my pretty baby you ugly son of a bitch
I’ll teach you a lesson right now right here

Well, I started beatin’ ‘em within inches of their lives
They were screamin’ tellin’ me not to swing again
But she broke my fuckin’ heart now I’m gonna break her
fucking head
Until she’s dead til she’s dead til she’s dead

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