Never shown how to shoot a shotgun, it fits just like a glove.
My mama never taught me not to give away my love.
My Daddy was a running man, I got his steady hand.
Catch your love, shoot it down, round it up.
Stuff your doves in a bloody sac.
Feed your killings to your friends and let them starve until you get back.
My Daddy was a running man, I got his steady hand.
Trigger happy, take her nice and easy.
Won't get nowhere with a shaky hand.
Lucky finger do your best to please me.
Want to skin me up a Holy Lamb.
My Daddy was a running man, I got his steady hand.
Have you heard? The town is talking.
Flies are buzzing 'round the rumor mill.
It nearly drove my off my rocker,
sharing water from they're poisoned well.
And I fear it has been coming,
I've been sleeping with a loaded gun.
And its time you start your running,
its the chase that makes it so much fun.
My Daddy was a running man, I got his steady hand.
credits
from FALINE,
released April 1, 2015
Written by Jenna Ave-Lallemant
Produced, recorded, mixed, and played by Andy Dixon
Drums and Percussion by Jack Burg
Like when you find something private that someone dropped in a public place, and you decide to open it to find out to whom it belongs, and you read something personal accidentally, and you find yourself in it. You know what I mean? Andrew
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