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Jet trails cut across the Winter County sky That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die This beautiful black gale and he’s waiting there for me Pissed off and raising neck hairs and shooting number three Last night they were pulling pints of pesky Pendleton Snuck away from the fire, slept there with the grass and wind I looked up at heaven, saw how small I really was I wanna build a house and burn it down just because And you’re smirking like an asshole With a cheek full of tabaco In the back of some Bronco In a town you’ve never been Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five If I make it out at all, I pray you’re right here by my side And if I’m going down then I’m going down true If I’ve got anyone to thank It’ll always be you What the hell am I doing? Who the hell am I? How miss the scripture Oh, Sunday’s the day to die And granddad sure was punchy SongtexteBut loved Jesus to his core I wanna die today, so I can learn to live for more Nothing fun happens after you turn twenty-five If I make it out at all, I pray you’re right here by my side And if I’m going down then I’m going down true If I’ve got anyone to thank It’ll only be you If I’ve got anyone to thank It’ll always be you Jet trails cut across the Winter County sky That's why I recon Sunday is a good day to die Aus Songtexte Mania