So Far from Your Weapon

There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole

You're so far from your weapon And the place you were born

There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole

You're so far from your weapon And you want to go home

I try to give you whiskey But it never do work Suddenly you're begging me To do so much worse

I knew it from the get go The bullet was cursed Ever since I had you Every little thing hurts

You wanna get up? Let go? I say no

Your dream of seeing fire in the them hills But you better wipe that smile from your lips Which of us will be the one to go? He who hits the road's the one who lives

Just got the album a couple hours ago. Love it so far!