Draw

Started tearin' down the lines,
 We started breakin' all the rhymes
 And the reasons to be right
 This time it came again and I yelled draw
 Started takin' out the guns,
 We started breakin all the runs
 About what's right and what is wrong
 And I think I drew my pistol; killed my conscious
 Oh how that whiskey feels alright
 Diluted decisions through the night
 But when the mornin' comes,
 Feel the pain so cold it runs
 Through the desert of your mind
 And you know she'll never ever be satisfied
 This time I've fallen over dead
 When all the reasons in my head
 Are fallin' toward the southward clouds
 This brewin' storm, it's gonna raise some hell
 The longer standin' in the light
 When nothing's pushin' me toward right
 I don't care I don't give a damn
 And my conscious lies there bleeding in the sand
 Oh how that whiskey feels alright
 Diluted decisions through the night
 But when the mornin' comes,
 Feel the pain so cold it runs
 Through the desert in my mind
 And I know I'll never ever be satisfied
 Oh how that whiskey feels alright
 Diluted decisions through the night
 Oh how that whiskey feels alright
 Diluted decisions through the night
 But when the mornin' comes,
 I feel the pain so cold it runs
 Through the desert in my mind
 And I know I'll never ever be satisfied