Hell’s Half Acre

I made it out of Hells Half Acre
With a suitcase and a piece of paper
That said I was daddy’s girl again
You’d been lookin’ to score
I’d been looking for more
Than, a little adventure in the Shady Pines saloon

We got high
Down in the low country
Where those land’s were so so bad
Yeah your so so bad for me 

I fell for that elvis smile
And drawl that went on for miles,
and your 1340 pan head
We had a vegas style wedding
In some chapel far from heaven, my folks didn’t show
and the preacher had hells angels tattoos

We got high
Down in the low country
Where those land’s were so so bad
Yeah your so so bad for me 

I got tired of living this counterfeit
Now daddy’s girl is coming home
You and this place wore off like a drug on me
So I got the hell out,
Out of Hells Half Acre.

We got high
Down in the low country
Where those land’s were so so bad
Yeah your so so bad for me
Down in Hells half acre
For me. 

If you’d like to cover one of my songs please drop me a line, I’d be happy to send you the lyric & chord charts

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