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Bowie Knife Make (the) most, It’s not the ghosts that you carry (and) Fate boasts, Your empty hands are a barrier I took more than most, but I
surrounded By parasites and sychophants When I come to see you I dose up on coagulants Because when you hurl that bowie knife It's going to be when my back is
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town Only time that he'll be found, is
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me
She's funny, wants my money, calls me honey Now I gotta friend who spends his life Stabbing my picture with a bowie-knife Dreams of strangling me
Run your bowie knife across my face, you think I'm all talk so come over and I'll show you Step on me and show me my place, tell me that I'm dumb
steady Or I could go to Australia And carry a bowie knife And wear my hair like Hepburn parted on the side And learn card tricks and buy Everyone
A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through the land Walk the night, travel light, cross the Rio
I crossed the Mississippi, Turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, A grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it
and a bowie knife to Red Man tobacco that I liked to chew And we'd count the cars when the trains went past And if that ain't country i'll kiss your ass Chorus
Switchblade Butterfly Machete Bowie knife Stick em Hold up hold up You just made a new enemy Heavy animosity with no remedy Told my girls They
I crossed the Mississippi, turned south at San Antone A bowie knife, a woolen coat, a grip bag on my arm It's all somebody needs to make it through
of the Jungle Whips out her Bowie Knife Jane of the Jungle To kill some wildlife Jane of the Jungle Chews on a rhino horn Jane of the Jungle Snake bite?
Then I heard a policeman say Do your best to not alarm him I've got eyes for the policeman's wife In her dyed black hair and her Bowie knife I've got
up and said "That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears Straight
Derranged, debauched, denude, on that stainless steel cot, Enter, Herr Surgeon, Take up the bowie knife and play join the dots. Vena carver, heart starter,
One evenin' on the Western Trail, Bill took the air of night And who should come upon him but a bear whom he'd awoke Wild Bill produced his bowie
Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town Only time that he'll be found, is
I hate Tourists Americans And Germans Gut you Like vermin Shoot you In the head Bowie knife Through your spine Let’s make A head on a stick Your
banging on my drum But I skinned a rabbit for the cook last night He said that I could keep his bowie knife Mama, I do not have a gun Mama, I lost my
There's a rusted Bowie knife in the wash basin But if you come closer you discover No rust on the blade But traces of blood... The killer might be closer
I'll scalp your wife With this fucking bowie knife I wanted to be your friend yuh Now I'm at meeting ends yuh So I'll ass fuck all your, friends Acting
a bowie knife right into my brains But you'll never catch Old Mojave You hear him laughing in the milky way It took a Mexican volcano Sidewinders from
up and said "That woman is my wife" And he drew a silver pistol And a wicked bowie knife And he shot the man with the wing-nut ears Straight
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