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Last call for nothing

This whiskey won’t forgive

Like a splinter through my mind

Strong like a mountain

You know I shed my skin back in Tennessee

And tonight I’m gonna bleed this city dry

What do you think of me now?  How do I look from the ground?

Do my words take you home?  Like a bullet hits bone?

What do you think of me now?

Don’t think I’ll ever say I’m sorry

For what you all expect of me

So I’ll leave you all behind

Time has come – stage is set

Just might make me an outlaw yet

With enough rope for you to hang me with

It’s so useless – so damn useless

What do you think of me now?  How do I look from the ground?

Do my words take you home?  Like a bullet hits bone?

What do you think of me now?

My turn to do whatever it takes

To seize the world and drag it down to me

Time has come – stage is set

This life might make me an outlaw yet!

What do you think of me now?  How do I look from the ground?

Do my words take you home?  Like a bullet hits bone?

What do you think of me now?