Wade Bowen - Beat Me Down Lyrics
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Beat Me Down
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What Are The Lyrics For Beat Me Down By Wade Bowen?
There's a whole lot of nothing going on inside my head
Feels like my brain is fried, feels like my soul is dead I've been working like a dog, pulling way too big a sled But these wheels keep on humming underneath my bed Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness You always knocked me down and I always get back up again So beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down Well, my momma has a nice way telling me I look like hell I guess it's from the alcohol, I guess I might as well Just pour me another glass, 'cause it always seems to help Say a prayer for me momma, say another for yourself Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness You always knocked me down and I always get back up again So beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down Beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down So beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down Beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down Beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on, beat me down Beat me down, beat me down Come on, come on Damn you, devil, in this road of loneliness You always knocked me down and I always get back up again So beat me down |
Who Wrote Beat Me Down By Wade Bowen?
Sean Mcconnell, Sean Michael Mcconnell, Wade Bowen
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What's The Duration Of The Beat Me Down By Wade Bowen?The duration of Beat Me Down is 3:43 minutes and seconds. |
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