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Hell's Half Acre (Ourvinyl Sessions)Hell's half acreIt's a deep dark hole Can't do nothin' To save my soul You can't buy forgiveness For what I've done Only thing left here Is to run run run So I turn on the gas, strike up a match Jump in the car and drive away fast Leaving nothing but fire on the blacktop voodoo blue White smoke rising in my rearview Got the hounds on my heels, blood in my tracks And once you go to hell, boy you can't come back Hit Louisiana Found an old bayou Tossed out the hammer And these old work boots I'm gonna shave my face I'm gonna ditch my car I'm gonna roll down my sleeves Cover up these scars When I close my eyes I still hear the screaming Every night wide awake still dreaming 'Bout fire on the blacktop voodoo blue White smoke rising in my rearview Got the hounds on my heels, blood in my tracks Once you go to hell, boy you can't come back Got ghost in my closet Your skeleton in my head Both want to haunt me Until I'm dead Oh but I could ride out west Hop an old freight train To the end of the line And never be the same When I close my eyes I still hear the screaming Every night wide awake still dreaming 'Bout fire on the blacktop voodoo blue White smoke rising in my rearview Got the hounds on my heels, blood in my tracks Once you go to hell, boy you can't come back Fire on the blacktop voodoo blue White smoke rising in my rearview Got the hounds on my heels, blood in my tracks Once you go to hell, boy you can't come back |