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John Hiatt( John Robert Hiatt )
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Fireball Roberts
Lyricist:John Hiatt
I'm sorry, babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home
Well, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home But it followed me to your house And he carried his old chew bone
I got a 57 Ford, babe Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red Got a 57 Ford, baby Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red
Got a 57 Ford, baby Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red I haven't run my last race, darlin' But I sometimes wish I did
Don't feel sorry for our love, baby We stuck it right down in the turn Don't feel sorry for our love, babe Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn
Don't feel sorry for our love, baby Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn And it's not everyday you can walk away With just these few memories to burn
No, it's not everyday you can walk away With just these few memories to burn
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