Bettin' on a long shot cuz the short shots done past
You walk along the straight and narrow but you're barefoot on broken glass
You sleep a lot where the sunlight stays locked up in a hole
Can't stand to let the light in cuz your heart may want to roam
You tellin' me
I've lost it all
You tellin' me
I've hit the wall
A little Marshall Tucker shredded through Bingham's voice
He tied his arm off one more time ...
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