Cross Canadian Ragweed - Walls of Huntsville Lyrics

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Walls of Huntsville

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What Are The Lyrics For Walls of Huntsville By Cross Canadian Ragweed?
Yeah, she always had me, guess she always will.
One day she betrayed me, now I'm rotting in this cell. Counting down the days with this chalk and stone. Wishing that that woman wouldn't went and done me wrong. Had a face just like an angel, a soul just like a beast. She pulled me in and loved me; she tore me piece by piece. Yeah, she had it coming, well, I bet you'd do the same. Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain. Had an eye for things a shining, my pockets were not deep. She went out a prowling, looking for some fresher meat. Thought she was clever, I pulled up in the rear. I pulled out my Old Timer, I cut that boy from ear to ear. Yeah, she begged me not to do it, said her running days are through. I said: "I forgive you," as the bullet casings flew. Satisfaction, it locomotived through my brain. Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain. If I had the chance, I'd do it all again. 'Cause a woman can be evil, twice as much as any man. Looking back, well, I'd do it all the same. Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain. Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain. |
Who Wrote Walls of Huntsville By Cross Canadian Ragweed?
Cody Jay Canada
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What's The Duration Of The Walls of Huntsville By Cross Canadian Ragweed?The duration of Walls of Huntsville is 3:40 minutes and seconds. |
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