Layin' Low

03:12
The Uncle Roy Show
2006-00-00
Roy Schultz

Lyrics

THAT AINT NO GUN I GOT IN MY POCKET IT'S JUST I'M TOO GLAD TO SEE YOU EVERYTIME YA COME AROUND I THINK I SEE MY NAME WRITTEN ON YOUR LOCKET AND IT SCARES ME TO THE BONE THINKIN' WHERE WE MIGHT BE FOUND I'M HIDIN' OUT HERE ON THE COUNTY LINE STAY UNDERCOVER TILL THE STORMS SUBSIDE I FEEL NOTHIN BUT BIG TROUBLE A BREWIN' WE COULD BREAK US SOME HEARTS IF WE BE SO INCLINED I'M LAYIN LOW SAME OLD PEOPLE SAME OLD QUESTIONS SAME OLD ANSWERS WITH THE BEST INTENTIONS SAME OLD WALLS SAME OLD TELEPHONE SAME OLD ME SITTIN HERE ON MY OWN LAYIN' LOW TIL' THIS WHOLE THING BLOWS OVER GONNA COOL MY HEELS TIL' THE HEAT DIES DOWN I FEEL NOTHIN' BUT BIG TROUBLE BREWIN' DON'T SEE NO NEED TO BE HANGIN' AROUND I'M LAYIN' LOW

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