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Whistlin’ Dixie

"Whistlin’ Dixie" Lyrics by Throttlerod

A Sunday kiss around the corner

A town three miles from nowhere

A conversation king

Blinding sun in front of their eyes

Hides the storyteller

Defines what to believe

Starving gun aimed at the top shelf

No need to carve out pieces

No need to criticize

Choking on a friendly mouthful

With a needle on the tongue and an enemy eye

Everytime it takes a hold on me

Everytime it takes a hold on me

On me (x4)

All the times that i liked to watch them fly; a sleight of hand

Slipping by like an overrated smile

Lock and load

Lock and load

Holding onto anything at all

All the times that i liked to watch them fly; a sleight of hand

Slipping by like an overrated smile

Lock and load

Smoking gun, hold your tongue

A Sunday kiss around the corner

A town three miles from nowhere

A conversation king

Blinding sun in front of their eyes

Hides the storyteller

Defines what to believe

Everytime it takes a hold on me

Everytime it takes a hold on me

On me (x4)

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