Hunter Root - Low

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[Verse 1] Roll down howling at the top of my lungs Daddy had to bury his first-born son Why take the pain when the Lord won't come Oh, ain’t no remedy but run, run, run [Pre-Chorus] Lonesome in the heart and troubled in the head If he was a tire he would lack in all the tread Whole lot of needle but not a lot of thread Go ahead and put his heavy soul to bed [Chorus] Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall Low, low, lower than hell Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well [Verse 2] Sick with whiskey, lost in sweet cocaine Cried for my life in the driving rain Oh, brother I know you had a real tough run Oh, see over yonder when it's said and done [Pre-Chorus] Lonesome in the heart and troubled in the head If he was a tire he was lacking all the tread Whole lot of needle but not a lot of thread Go ahead and put his heavy soul to bed [Chorus] Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall Low, low, lower than hell Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well Low, low, lower than low, low as all one could fall Low, low, lower than hell Lower than the bottom of the deepest dark well
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