Blu's Tables

Colt

The devil's always on my heels, but I keep him on his toes
It might be the highway, and it might be these songs
It might be the whiskey or the smoke inside these lungs

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Ain't no way around it, one day I'm gonna die
If something's gonna kill me
Might as well be what makes me feel alive