This is shannon's interpretation of the song original written by hoyt axton Snow flakes rolling...
On heavenly sunday as he touches your insides He said the last thing on my...
I DROPPED OUT OF SOCIETY FELL BY THE WAYSIDE SO TO SPEAK QUIT MY JOB...
Yo,it's time for me to pump the volume No problem,the record's revolvin' Evil's the mixer,i'm...
Every bone Deal with grease Every muscle Quivers before release My blood-shot eyes Scan the...
Manhunt to find your daughter Buried underneath the water Now...
All men with stars upon the chest Save yourselves, your...
I asked you to stay But you said there's no...
There's clothes all over the floor Don't remember them being...
And you see much better than I see And you...
Lost it on the chesterfield Or maybe on a gamblin...
Father, tell me somethin' Where do bad men go when...
Yes he wore a cowboy hat Each bone broken in...
Not like I need to depend upon anyone Since I...
Left on an eastbound train Gone first thing this morning...