Cifra de State Vs. My Heart - Palha
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I rolled into that county with a poker face for hire
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Lookin' for free whiskey and a game I could acquire
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Old boy muttered, Son, this town don't play no games
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Sheriff hangs men out to dry and remembers every name
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I said, I've outrun hounds, deputies, judges too
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Ain't a badge in God's creation can make me tell the truth
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They law's just another card game, I wrote the cheats they matched
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And prison ain't that bad, them padlocks click like a bra unlatched
Gm Eb
Then the front door swung wide, my heartbeat pled its case
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I checked my drink for poison, every card for hidden trace
Gm Eb
A man like me don't tremble at boots and silver stars
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Somehow somebody issued a warrant for my heart
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Caught red-handed though nobody touched a thing
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Just a red lipstick on my whiskey like she'd dusted it for prints
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Love in the first degree, no appeal that I could plead
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The toughest sentence was her lookin' back at me
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She'd beat me to the alley, she'd beat me to the bridge
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I'd ride the dark through nowhere, she'd already held the ridge
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Even on a beer run, she picked up my trail
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She sipped my whiskey, Boy, I'mma put your ass in jail
Gm Eb
Then I got lost in the crowd, found my pickup somehow
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Locked every door sayin', They won't catch me now
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Boots hit the truck bed, then her voice cut through,
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You oughta check who's ridin' home with you, outlaw
Gm Eb
She read my report, crossin' out every tale they told,
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Six foot four?! Mighty kind... but that mugshot's gettin' old
Gm Eb
I laughed to myself, couldn't help but grin
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I'd finally found someone who could always win
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Caught red-handed though nobody touched a thing
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Just a red lipstick on my whiskey like she'd dusted it for prints
Gm Eb
Love in the first degree, no appeal that I could plead
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The toughest sentence was her lookin' back at me
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No sheriff ever cornered me, I'd always disappeared
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Now I didn't mind her getting near
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'Cause suddenly the safest place I'd ever been
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Was the danger I was in
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Caught red-handed though nobody touched a thing
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Just a red lipstick on my whiskey like she'd dusted it for prints
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Love in the first degree, no appeal that I could plead
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The toughest sentence was her lookin' back at me