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When the sun goes down in the city
You better not be out on the street
The wolves they come out at night
And they’re always hungry to feed

Don't you dare expect any pity
There won't be none to find
In the heat of the battle
There’s no telling wrong from right

So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker

When it’s not live and let live
You’re either quick or you’re dead
Brandish steel with a vengeance
Your next breath on that depends

Never turn your back to a stranger
Keep one eye on your friends
The reaper comes for us all
We're just ashes to ashes in the wind

So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker

So you better get right with your maker
And set aside some coin for the undertaker

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from The Journey​.​.​., track released July 3, 2022

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Those Damned Jackdaw Saints Raleigh, North Carolina

The singer-songwriters journey into music never ends. Each song a painting from a moment in time, Each being a stepping stone to what comes next.

If you like these songs check out the previous chapter in this journey at Magnolia Hill on Bandcamp.
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