Writer’s Pen

Heads Gonna Roll
When are the heads gonna roll
Gonna roll
When are the heads gonna roll
We've been so patient
And we just wanna know
When are the heads gonna roll

Half-Mile Cotton Rows
They're only half-mile rows, son
And there's water at the end
Oh Mama, wish that I could be
Back in those half-mile rows again

Never Say Goodbye
He might ride off like the thunder
On a clear blue sky
But a cowboy
Will never say "Goodbye"