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This guitar could tell you things That not even my family would believe. And believe me Theyll believe just about anything Cause believe me Theyve heard it before. Can we make it good again? Can we make it good again? Well I am laying down tonight Like it was snowing outside but there aint no holiday tomorrow Im just coming home. Momma im coming home Momma im coming home. This ones going in the ditch This ones stinging like a bitch This ones gonna make em itch So heres to hopin you get rich. Heres one for the middle And for all the times SongtexteI seen you smile. And for our little child We aint never gonna have. Heres one for the middle Of your street Where we laid down Like we were layin down our lives. So put your guns away! So put your guns down And melt away. Aus Songtexte Mania