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You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
by somehow.
Cause I won't care, 
Lord a hundred years from now.


Chorus:

From the top of this old world.
To the bottom of the glass.
I've
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
Strait on tape is great for any trucker
Out on Highway 101, let's hear some Tanya Tucker
Kenny and Dolly, Travis Tritt or Marty Stuart
They know
(Travis Tritt)

Well I guess you'd call me trouble
I have been most my life
Been black and blue a time or two
'Cause I ain't scared to fight
But I
You can hear them as they answer
To that roll call in the sky.

Colonel Travis, Davy Crockett, and a hundred eighty more
Captain Dickinson, Jim
(Travis Tritt/Charlie Daniels)

They'd been high school sweethearts since they were just fifteen
A storybook beginning with the wedding of their
fast
It's so close to midnight
Midnight

The melting ice will fuel the sea
By burning gold from ancient tree
A hundred years can't wait
A hundred
This is the last cowboy song the end of a hundred year waltz
Voices sound sad as they're singing along another piece of America's lost

He rides
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this
the last thing that I do
At least I know that I'll be loved by you
In about a hundred years from now
When all of my love letters are found
And someone
religion 
Torn by anarchy
Herretics burned for their derision 
Of the holy See

Seven, Hundred Years on
World, do you recall
Just what happened then
me
Now where's my God damn trophy

(Award host)
"And the winner is Randy Travis
And Guns and...hey what the?"
(Willie D)
"GET the fuck outta the way
of me
From Thanksgiving to, please now shout for somethin
Can a nigga get some in, she wouldn't let me out for nothin
I guess I could be called a brat,
Shine, shine, the light of good works shine
The watch before the city gates depicted in their prime
That golden light all grimy now
Three hundred
workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men
Sure as hell
Slavery kings run free again 
From their wounds a giant stands 
Four hundred years of glory 
Animals who speak and cry 
Destiny of craving sights
this shit

City of the year, city of the year
That’s where I'm from
City of the year, city of the year
They don't want none
City of the year, city
Born of a fallen rib 
From the monkey's womb 
Overcooked by cathode rays 
Evolved to consume 

100%
100%
100%
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Eating from the butcher's
Born of a fallen rib 
From the monkey's womb 
Overcooked by cathode rays 
Evolved to consume 

100%
100%
100%
100%

Eating from the butcher's
the holes that you burned in me
Six years old and you know, he never walks away
He never asks for money, he takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece,
the holes that you burned in me
Six years old and you know
He never walks away
He never asks for money
He takes care of me
He loves me
Piece by piece,
quite clear?
At least it does from where I sit here
How could we go from a horse-drawn cart
To Mars in 100 years?
He started out slowly,
thousand light-years from Galactic Central Point,
We go 'round every two hundred million years;
And our galaxy itself is one of millions of billions
In this