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Jerrod Niemann Judge Jerrod And The Hung Jury

my bags and I'm gonna go away I'm gonna split, I can't stand it I'm gonna give it up and quit, ain't never comin' back Broke up before I get to go and

) Oh (Let's toss this thing like a boomerang, I'm empty handed) Come back to me (Come back to me) It this love or just a game? We hide the passion, crave the pain And

a story of one man, one band on a journey of epic proportions. Ladies and gentlemen allow me to introduce you to Judge Jerrod and the hung jury. (Hahahahahaha

be down in Mexico? So here I am surrounded by sand And clear water Watching the sunshine making tan lines Don't know which is hotter Mariachi band don't play the blues and

took her to the rodeo, she won second place Really buckin' good in the buckin' barrel race Yeah hoo, hey, hey Yippee-yi-ki-yay Well, I won a thousand dollars and

your cups and sing along to one more drinkin song So here's to cheap whiskey and fine wine buyin' shots and pick-up lines and here's to bartenders

you Cocaine You're all in my brain Drivin' me insane They should have named you Cocaine 'Cause every time I hold you, honey I get so high and blow all