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Outlaw's lament - Nathan Hamilton

"I'm a saint when I'm with sinners I'm a sinner when I'm with saints They praise me for my weakness Damn sure stone me for my strengths I lay down with whores and gypsies I share wine with drunks and thieves"

Roots - Nathan Hamilton

"I first saw her on a Sunday at a picnic after church She offered me a Sarsaparilla The sweetest drink to quench my thirst We were to wed down by the water Where I planned to pledge her my love I had a"

Shape i'm in - Nathan Hamilton

"I took a job at the fireworks stand Out on highway 81 Prison scars and tattoos on my hands No one dares ask me what I done I moved back home with my mom and dad At the age of thirty three Times were hard"

Spent - Nathan Hamilton

"Spent kitchen matches On the table; tobacco burning Apple wine in a fruit jar I know where you are, by the water Chorus Down to the river Throw in a stone Goodbye to November I?ll see ya later on? The"

Thing of all things - Nathan Hamilton

"You might pour right out like water You might lay like a stone You might pour right out like water Given time you?re gonna flow You might burn like leaves in the winter You might smolder in the cold You"

Tuscola - Nathan Hamilton

"One lone green mesquite In a rusty red field Five foot high dying weds Growing out of a rusted Coupe de Ville Post office just a one room shack Bathhouse in the back Barbed wire fence strung with several"

Two penny vengeance - Nathan Hamilton

"I threw two new shiny pennies on William Bonney?s grave Turned my boots around and headed on my way Climbed in the Silverado and jammed it down in gear I watched the dust and gravel flying in my rear view"

Wages - Nathan Hamilton

"Ol? Diego holds a palette in his hand He paints the faces of the workers on the wall Big machines they make their way across the land Revolution takes a rise and then a fall The wheel keeps turning and"

4 Directions - Nathan Hamilton

"It feels like my poor heart is filled with lead My feet they drag slow below me Keep my hat pushed down tight here upon my head As I lean long into the cold Four directions lie before me Though I?ve yet"

Bed clothes - Nathan Hamilton

"Take me home my sweet Jesus I have lain my bed clothes out I have seen my shares of trouble I don?t believe I care to see no more She left her ring by the sink Now that she?s gone that gold ain?t worth"

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