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Bound to the southern love’

If the whiskey dont kill me, then what will? I still love you so, this i want you to know, your my one an only i love ye darlin’ Whats left for me? I feel as if im a lonely drifter hittin shots on the dark end of a mile long bar’ Im thinkin maybe this ol’ 45 will do me in but then what? It wont bring my baby back home in my arms I’ll spend forever wondering why she had to go, So hell rains each night in the bottom of the bottle an the corner of my memory…… Darlin why, Why darlin? Im sorry this ol man aint enough for your kinda woman.. Id like to go on but i jus cant forget how much baby im….. Bound to the southern love.

In: English Poem Posted By: Date: Aug 27, 2012

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