From the recording 45 South EP

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Credits
Ray O'Hara (lead vocal, acoustic guitar), Trish Murphy (harmony vocal), Larry Wilson (electric guitar, percussion), Rick McRae (fiddle), Chris Maresh (bass guitar), Wally Doggett (drums).

Lyrics

Sittin’ on front porch swing

She doesn’t say a thing

I was out too late last night

Bar fight, a back room fling



Hony tonks and pickin’ guitars

A fiddle player, a broken tip jar


We belong, to the stripes and lone star

We belong, in a little country song



I lit out as bullets passed

Right through my lucky hat

Then I hit the ground face down

Oh yeah, she shot my ass



Hony tonks and pickin’ guitars

A fiddle player, a broken tip jar


We belong, to the stripes and lone star

We belong, in a little country song

We belong, we belong, in a little country song