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  1. Ridin'

From the recording The Dirty Half Dozen

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Live at Belly Up. We wrote this one while on tour with Flexx Bronco from the bay area to Seattle. As a matter of fact, we wrote a majority of it in our friends Rob and Siobahn's basement while getting drunk on our day off in Alameda, CA.

Lyrics

Ridin'
Ridin' that train
Gut full of whiskey, heart full of pain
Black demons swimming in my brain
Ridin' that old freight train

Ridin'
Ridin' that bus
Gun in my hand, all high on dust
Nowhere to run to, baby
Nobody to trust
Ridin' that greyhound bus

I've been a runnin' since I can't rememember when
I said goodbye to my family, so long to all my friends
If the lawman catches up with me, I'll surely lose my life
Cause if I'm goin' down, it won't be without a fight
Not tonight...

Flyin'
Flyin' that plane
Takin' me back to Texas to put a needle in my vein
Made a good run, but they caught me just the same
Ooh lord, won't you crash this plane?

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