الأغاني:
Keith Toby Bullets In The Gun

Rollin' down the Interstate Headin' out to Illinois Runnin' 'bout 95 Listen to my engine, boy Sand burnin' beano Westcoast, turn around I don't make

Incognito Bandito Well, I woke up this mornin', it was drizzlin' rain Around the curve come a passenger train Heard somebody yodel and a hobo moan Hey

I told you when I met you, don't try to love me But I love you for trying to anyway You're cryin' and it don't surprise me That you can't find it in your

This old heart didn't die It's been broke by the best But I made it out alive When you laid our love to rest Baby, it burned, that corner got turned

I can see her lyin' back in a satin dress In a room where you do what you don't confess Sundown, you better take care If I find you've been creepin' '

Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you wanna holler hidey-hoe Burns your tummy, don't you know? Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Grape wine in a mason jar Homemade and

Bet you'll be glad to know I got a Brand new girl friend She took my broken heart and Passed it up again She is good lookin' and she Drives a Convertible

soul and the fire in her eyes makes you come together like wild horses when they run now the cards are on the table and the bullets in the gun she was

: Two weeks notice would've been real nice I could've put this broken heart on ice Barely full of whiskey, all laid up in bed Given up on what lies ahead