such a loneley life and its mine i look to the sky when night bellows to rule and when it hits midnight i grip my rifle as if im going to take a life and wonder if it shall be my on as i grip the ice cold iron riffle firmley as if im going to war and after ive had more then a few to drink i start to think of me being the last blood line of my family and not have a air yet and wonder is my 4 fathers weaping in there graves
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