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White Knuckle Grip White Knuckle Grip Lyrics Song Name : White Knuckle Grip
Song Writer(s): Edwards, David Eugene, Smith, Daniel Publisher: NEW JERUSALEM MUSIC PUBLISHING, Written down on burning paperSome words just do not rhymeWeâre dealing with fire either wayDriving these streets in squandered timeAngel protect the visionPicture show to slow it downI am ill from too much honeyAs the bees, they buzz aroundIt might have been a CadillacYeah, maybe a LincolnI've seen it from the rear viewI just couldnât get a clear viewI got a white knuckle grip on myWhite knuckle grip on myWhite knuckle grip on mySaturday night, yeahI'm gonna dance this town to ruinsStood close hell fire barbed wireCome on boy, come up with somethin'Or go home, go home with nothin'Worse for the wear, out here in the frayI'm takinâ the heavy way, takinâ the heavy wayThe landscape of Saturday nightGet a grip and make it tightFather, guide me with your eyeIt might have been a CadillacOr maybe a LincolnI've seen through the rear viewCould not get a clear viewGot a white knuckle grip on yourSaturday night