Misc Originals – Austin Ainsworth - Smoke Burnt Lungs (Guitar)

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It’s the light of the fire, an all night revival

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That’s Burnin the midnight air

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It’s The smell of the whiskey, it starting to hit me

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Lord take me back to there

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To the shade of a pine, with a smoke filled mind

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What I would give for those times

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With smoke burnt lungs, we had our fun

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Now it’s time to get some rest

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The morning comes quick, and it’s time to slip

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Out on down the road, from a town nobody knows

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Doin our best to survive

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Smoke burnt lungs, and a night that’s done

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Just to wake up and do it again

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It’s a game they call life

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And you’ll never know the price

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Working for the man until you can’t

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It’s An orange sky morning, no sailors take warning

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We live to die another day

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The numb in the fingers that’s where my pain lingers

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From an evening filled with picking strings

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The raspy ole voice, with a nose of regret

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Time to go live the songs that we sing

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Hopefully we’ll make it to the light of fire

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After the day is done

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With a pocket of days pay, and good memories on the way

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We will make it as long as we can

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Smoke burnt lungs and stomach of bourbon

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I’ll be headed out, to a world out west

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I’ll give it my best to clean up my mess

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So I’m Starting with smoke burnt lungs