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Whoa I drink pots and pots and pots and pots of strong black coffeeTrying to keep my sleepy soul awakeBut the sleepiness still comes along and when it does its fast and strongI end up with a bad case of the shakesAnd my baby tells me honey cut it outCuz she's familiar with the bend before the breakBut she's in this runaway with me and by god were doing fiftyComin' round that hairpin turn atop of wolf creekNow I called I'll be I'll be I'll be I'll be out soon freeTryin' to draw god out from his hiding placeEither he can't hear what I'm saying or he just got sick of playingEither way, I'll be calling out like this for daysAnd the cadence and the chords are all the sameSo I get anthem from a child in the streetsAnd you know he ain't much for singing, but by god he's good at swingingAnd that's the reason that he won't stay obsoleteAnd that's why he's singing, how, how long, how long must I waitHe's singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing takeCuz everyday... it's getting tougher to shoot straightWell I've read page, after page, after page, afters pageAbout this killer instinct inside of meSongtexteBut love it, or hate it, praise it or berate itIt's just what comes out most naturallyAnd they warn me kid you'll run it in the groundIf you keep on saying all the same things the same wayBut I ain't trying to make friendsI'm just trying to make this story endAnd if you're drinking then you don't got time to pleadAnd that's why I'm singing, how, how long, how long, must I waitI'm singing, how, how long, how long will this whole thing takeCuz everyday... it's getting tougher to shoot straight Aus Songtexte Mania