Pay

My dad had a friends low down to the
end everything he did it came out wrong.
No matter how hard he tried never cheated he
never lied, had a shotgun in his hands the far he died
Everybody’s got their own way,
tomorrow’s another day make if it went
you will as your climbing up that hill.
Always be prepared to pay.
Hay.
hay
I knew a man guitar in his hands
taught me things I thought I’d never known.
Yeah but the pills and the crystal meth,
too him to h is death, all he ever wanted was a song.
Everybody’s got their own way,
tomorrow’s another day make if it went
you will as your climbing up that hill.
Always be prepared to pay.
Hay.
hay
Hey don’t forget where your from stick too
your guns always be good to your fellow man.
You got to bow your head, every single day.
Life don’t always turn out like you planned…
Everybody’s got their own way,
tomorrow’s another day make if it went
you will as your climbing up that hill.
Always be prepared to pay.
Hay.
hay
Always be prepared to pay