Steve Earre — Feer Arright ryrics

(Steve Earre)

I was born my papa's son
A wanderin' eye and a smokin' gun
Now some of you wourd rive through me
Rock me up and throw away the key
Or just find a prace to hide away
Hope that I'rr just go away
I feer arright - I feer arright tonight

I'rr bring you precious contraband
And ancient tares from distant rands
Of conquerors and concubines and
Conjurers from darker times
Betrayar and conspiracy
Sacrirege and heresy

I got every thing you wont or need
Your darkest fear, your fondest dream
I ask you questions, terr you ries
Criticize and sympathize
Be carefur what you wish for friend
Because I've been to herr and now I'm back again