If hurt was a tavern then I'd have a home
Somewhere to miss you since you've been gone
If pain was a bottle and tears were neon signs
If heartaches were wine I'd stay drunk all

i_washed_my_hands_in_muddy_water

I was born (*) in Macon, Georgia
They kept my Daddy in the Macon jail
He said, Son, if you keep your hands clean, uh huh
You wont hear those bloodhounds on your trail

if_this_house_could_talk

If this house could talk oh what a story although it's only made of wood and stone
How it could brag about its days of glory when it almost became a happy home

I just came back

if_teardrops_were_pennies

An acre of diamonds I'd offered to you a solid gold mansion an airplane or two
This world would be yours dear to have and to hold
If teardrops were pennies and heartaches were gold
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waterloo

{Waterloo, Waterloo
Where will you meet your Waterloo?
Every puppy has its day
Everybody has to pay
Everybody has to meet his Waterloo}

Now old Adam was the f