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WAITING ON THE GEORGIA LINE - the sky is raining sorrow on these long steel rails tonight . i’m walkin’ these old crossties while i’m waitin’ on the georgia line . number 1190, she’ll be rollin’ through tonight . i hope she’ll run on time, i’m waitin’ on the georgia line . there’s an emptiness in my heart lord . i got a misery on my mind . a dark cloud is close behind me i’ll get no rest tonight . i hear death’s knock In the whisper of these pines . it sends a shiver down my spine, the same dream every night . the gates of hell burn bright for me while i’m waitin’ on that georgia line . virginia, she was my woman but chicago, he had her hand . a whiskey shot my .45 . she said her last goodbye . i got hellhounds on my trail lord . i swear they were sent by the devil himself . ghosts from sins long past haunt me in the night . those bloody cries of murder, i guess they stained more than my hands, echo through my mind while i’m waitin’ on that georgia line . don’t carry on your back boy what you can’t lay down at night or you’ll be waitin’ on that georgia line
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LITTLE CROSS-STITCH BITCH - hold still the night . hold still tonight . here come my girl in the dark . here come my girl in the dark . she got needle and thread . she got her needle and thread . she don’t like the things i say . no, she don’t like the things I say today . she gonna stick it in . she gonna pull it through . she gonna do it all again, one hundred times maybe more . she took all i got . she took it all away . she tied it up real good . she made it “hear to stay” . now my baby don’t like the things i say, but I don’t talk no more . no no, i keep it all to myself . I ain’t gonna come undone no more . mm mm mm mm mmmmm, that lil cross-stitch bitch
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DEATH IS COMING FOR ME
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