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Andrew Schneider - Whistlin Dixie Lyrics

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)