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HOUSTON

Well I drink whiskey in the wintertime
To warm my bones and blood
And when the snow melts in the springtime
I drink ice tea to beat the sun
Well I know I drank too much back then
But I hardly ever used my gun
But that boy stole twenty dollars from me
In a card game I had won

But I ain’t going to Houston
Lord knows I hate that town
I killed a boy last winter there
And they’ll hang me if ever I’m found



Well I go to church on Sundays now
And I call Spokane home
And I work just like an honest man
I don’t cuss and fight no more
The preacher says that God forgives
For your sins he will atone
And he washed me in the blood in Wilson’s Creek
But I never told him what I’d done

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You could smell it in the air that summer day
And I could feel it in my bones
They rode in from the Southeast
I knew they were from Houston and they knew what I’d done
You could tell they knew that they had me
For they’d polished up their guns
But I drew first and took the Sheriff down
And his Deputies one by one

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from The Superstore, released October 15, 2001
Stephen Simmons: vocals, acoustic guitar

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Stephen Simmons was raised in the small town of Woodbury, Tennessee. As a songwriter and Ten years as a Road Dog, Stephen’s vision has grown to entail more than just reflections of rural America. Stephen’s records (which were compared to everyone from Johnny Cash to Ryan Adams) combine virtuosic songcraft and musicianship with unparalleled artistic honesty. ... more

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