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Billy Don Burns
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Brothers of the Music
HELD UP IN AN OLD CAMEL DRIVER MOTEL ROOM IN SOME OLD NORTHERN CITY SMOKING CIGARETTES AND KILLING TIME TILL IT'S TIME FOR US TO PLAY IT'S ALMOST LIKE AN OLD BLACK AND WHITE LIKEN UNTO OUTLAWS HELD UP TO ROB A STAGE
CHORUS SINGIN' HIGH-O HIGH-O WE'RE PART OF THE 1990'S SIDESHOW HIGH-O HIGH-O WE'RE BROTHERS OF THE MUSIC AND PARTNERS OF THE ROAD
IT'S HARD TO FACE THE CROWD AND WATCH EACH OTHERS BACK AT LEAST WE CARRY PISTOLS JUST LIKE THEM AND A PISTOL MAKES YOU RIGHT OUR MINDS KEEP CHANGIN' CENTURIES Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com BUT THE SPOTLIGHT LOOKS THE SAME JESSE, IS THIS WILLIE'S PICNIC OR ARE WE HERE TO ROB A TRAIN
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RECITATION JESSE PACKED UP HIS GUITAR AND WITH A DESPERATE VOICE SAID LET'S GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE MAN SO WE LOADED UP AND STARTED CHASIN' WHITE LINES INTO THE FAMILIAR NIGHT OF WAFFLE HOUSES AND TRUCK STOPS LIKE A THOUSAND OTHER TIMES
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WE'RE BROTHERS OF THE MUSIC AND WE'RE PARTNERS OF THE ROAD
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