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^FI see the ^Clightning from the ^Fstorm down in M^Cexico And I see my speedometer doesn't work I cross the desert and disappear into the tumbleweeds I tip the bottle and bite the lime ^FI hear the ^Cthunder from the ^Fstorm down in Me^Cxico And I leave the border far behind I feel the dust coat my teeth and turn my sweat to mud I tip the bottle and bite the lime ^AmThere ain't no mora^Gl to this story at ^Fall ^C Anything I tell you very well could be a lie I've been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold black soul of mine to come alive

^FI feel the ^Cwind blow from the ^Fstorm down in Mex^Cico Gasoline for another hundred miles I cross the river and leave my shoes up on the other side I tip the bottle and bite the lime ^AmThere ain't no^G moral to this ^Fstory at all ^C Anything I tell you very well could be a lie Been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked soul of mine to come alive ^FCome aliv^Ce, yeah ^{F C F}Well, I feel the ^Crain drops from the ^Fstorm down in Mexi^Cco Truck will go no further, out of gas I walk through the desert past the lizard and rattlesnake I tip the bottle and bite the lime ^AmThere ain't no ^Gmoral to this story^F at all ^C Anything I tell you very well could be a lie There ain't no morals to these stories at all And everything I tell you, you can bet will be a lie I been away from the living, I don't need to be forgiven I'm just waiting for that cold black sun-cracked numb-inside soul of mine to come alive ^FCome aliv^Ce, come a^Flive ^C Come alive.