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Jan 2015
I used to be
unfortunately
just jumbled upstairs
with things bothering me.
I had an ole' broken heart,
picked through and fumbled apart.
Until this renegade cowboy said,
"Depression depart."

Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.
I got myself a bad boy, so come and try it if you can.
And even though he keeps me warm at night,
if you meet him in the dark he's gonna put out your lights.
Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.

And when the whiskey gets ahold of your head,
you best take care of your tongue or watch him turn red.
And I wouldn't wanna be the one looking at me
if I'm holding his hand, make sure he doesn't see.
Keep your hands at your side
because consequences provide,
and you'll be wishing you had when you two collide.

Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.
I got myself a bad boy, so come and try it if you can.
And even though he keeps me warm at night,
if you meet him in the dark he's gonna put out your lights.
Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.

So when you're drinking at night
and wanna get in a fight
because the scar needs a callus to heal just right,
walk away from the man
with the tattooed hands
because protecting his woman's all apart of his plan.

Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.
I got myself a bad boy, so come and try it if you can.
And even though he keeps me warm at night,
if you meet him in the dark he's gonna put out your lights.
Noone will ever harm me, not with my tattooed man.
Sid
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