This Lyric is: #033

Cry,Cry,Cry
copyright 2002 Frank Williamson

You go seven miles down Twisted Road
To where the no huntin sign took a buckshot load
Keep to the left till you come To the old adobe

There’s 80 acres under the Texas sun
Better bring some water cause you won't find none
Don’t tell the old woman there how ya come to know me

Or she’s gonna cry cry cry
She’s gonna cry cry cry
She’s gonna cry cry cry
Till the tears run dry

Well I spent my youth on that thirsty land
People say I was a Christian man
And that red haired woman made me think I could be a farmer

But it seemed like the devil dogged my heels
I wondered how robbin a rich man feels
Don’t you breathe a word if you meet my daughter

Or she’s gonna cry cry cry
She’s gonna cry cry cry
She’s gonna cry cry cry
Till the tears run dry

[bridge]
Tired of the dirt
Tired of the battle
You get tired of somebody else
Always getting the gold
Tired o’ dried up wells
And half dead cattle
And every day another piece
of your young heart goes cold

I seen the angel o' death in my dreams last night
and I woke up dyin in the dawns grey light
I never been saved and I broke every last commandment

There's a whole lot of gold in this old steel chest
Give half to the woman and keep the rest
I got a lifetime of tears to cry till the hour of judgement

And I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
I'm gonna cry, cry, cry
till the tears run dry


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[This message has been edited by FrankWilliamson (edited 08-10-2002).]

[This message has been edited by Brian Austin Whitney (edited 08-31-2002).]

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