Lyrics

Up a dirt road outside of Vegas There's a desert witch that dances naked She paint flowers in her shanty roof With the blood she squeezes out of snakes that roost They said the devil's down in Mexico Selling counterfeit life and blowing smoke He keeps a ring on every finger Of every woman not afraid to linger Some stories ain't worth repeating, even if we do If you believe everything they say well, you might be a fool Some stories ain't worth believing, even if we do Like the one about who shot J.F.K. or did we land on the moon There is a man wearing shark Armani, he'd shake you down for troubadour money He went to Paris just to see the girls, then threw himself from the top of the world Some stories ain't worth repeating, even if we do If you believe everything they say well, you might be a fool Some stories ain't worth believing, even if we do Like the one about who shot J.F.K. or did we land on the moon There's a chandelier hanging from a tree At the top of the hill that's been calling me Under the moon in a shallow grave Open your eyes and your life gets changed Some stories ain't worth repeating, even if we do If you believe everything they say well, you might be a fool Some stories ain't worth believing, even if we do Like the one about who shot J.F.K. or did we land on the moon Some stories ain't worth repeating, even if we do Some stories ain't worth believing, even if we do
Writer(s): Chris Robertson, Ben Wells, John Fred Young, Trey Edwin Bruce, John Lawhon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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