Flat hand, open palm Your mouth was screaming, your eyes were calm Flat land, 23rd Psalm Little Bo Peep, your sheep done gone Flat hand to leave no trace
Whiskey is not evil when it's sitting on a shelf Whiskey is not evil when it's sitting on a shelf I'm as sweet as I can be when I'm home all by myself
Heaven is for the weak at heart And those who never were as smart as me But I would trade all that I believe And keep no trick card up my sleeve Just
