Out On The Range lyrics

by

Those Poor Bastards


So many nights I spent out on the range
Howling with coyotes and crippled with pain
Head in my hands as I lay in the dirt
This rot gut liquor sure makes my soul hurt

Sickly sweet scent of magnolia trees
I'd rather be anyone other than me
How did I get here, what path did I take?
It's been a week since the last time I ate

But I cannot move the whole earth in a spin
Dignity lost to my weackness and sins
People don't change so I won't even try
I'd kill for some eggs and a bottle of wine

If there's a hell, it couldn't be any worsе
If there's a hell, it couldn't bе any worse
If there's a hell, it couldn't be any worse than this
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