I ain't hurtin' nobody
So get off of my land
What part of this sentence
Don't you understand
I'm trying to fix my truck
I gotta go to work
Now I know that yer the law
But somebody's gonna wind up hurt
Before you open up
Remember these words I said
I got a feelin'
Somebody's gonna wind up dead
They're hidin' in the woods
They got a chopper in the air
I've only got one good arm
This fight really don't seem fair
Yeah, I grow a little weed
Like everyone around
So if you boys were smart
You'd be headin' back to town
'Coz I won this purple heart
For bein' a killin' machine
And I got no problem with
Treatin' you people mean
Writer(s): Blaine Cartwright, Joseph Scott Luallen
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