There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole.
You're so far from your weapon
And the place you were born.
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole.
You're so far from your weapon
And you want to go home.
I try to give you whiskey
But it never do work,
Suddenly, you're beggin me
To do so much worse.
I knew it from the get go
The bullet was cursed,
Ever since I had you
Every little thing hurts.
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
You dream of seeing fire in them hills,
But you better wipe that smile from your lips,
Which of us will be the one to go?
He who hits the road's the one who lives.
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole.
You're so far from your weapon
And the place you were born.
There's a bullet in my pocket burning a hole.
You're so far from your weapon
And you wanna go home.
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
You wanna get up? Let go?
I say no
You wanna get up? Let go?
