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Fightin Guitars

Say, "You don't know me or recognize my face" Say, "You don't care who goes to that kind of place" Knee deep in the hoopla sinking in your fight Too many

boy this old world may not last long Most everybody's doin' too much fighting and there's not enough singing going on How many people have you ever seen fight

like another. Oh, you keep wasting my time, Honey, you running around all night long. Oh, you keep wasting my time, I say Honey, you running around all night. If I fight

whut Carnivals beyond the dead, whut Still attack you without my head, whut Scrubatism I'm about, whut Slappin' baywatch beauties in the mouth, whut I stomp ghosts that think they hard, whut Pickin' fights

will fight All the songs that I will hear will just bring sadness to my ear Cause there'll be tears at the Grand Ole Opry tonight [ fiddle - guitar ]

all the honeys But the thing I really love Is to get down with the band Not everybody loves me but those that do will fight Right to the end they're guitar

Well, my daddy left home when I was three And he didn't leave much to ma and me Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze Now, I don't blame him

process i get nauseous cuz i can't see my death and its causes Pac he saw it around the corner but me not breathin is a pound of balogna I keep fightin

about four G's Bottles in the club tryin' to get the home and skeez I'm tryin' to get the dame to breeze But she putting up a fight like Layla Ali I