Feel Alright  - Steve Earle

    I was born my papa's son
    A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
    Now some of you would live through me
    Lock me up and throw away the key
    Or just find a place to hide away
    Hope that I'll just go away

    I feel alright I feel alright tonight

    I'll bring you precious contraband
    And ancient tales from distant lands
    Of conquerors and concubines and
    Conjurers from darker times
    Betrayal and conspiracy
    Sacrilege and heresy

    I got every thing you wont or need
    Your darkest fear, your fondest dream
    I ask you questions, tell you lies
    Criticize and sympathize
    Be careful what you wish for friend
    Because I've been to hell and now I'm back again


    Marco Giunco
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