Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Van Stephenson
Branded by the wisdom
Of a two-faced town
Where bein' wrong meant bein'
Out on the street
My mama died young, left my old man with a son
He robbed my cradle with a fist full of heat
In my eyes you see a little bit of
Every lover you've ever known
You're tempting fate if you
Think you're gonna take me home
'Cause I'm a fist full a heat
Rolling the devil's bones
I'm a fist full of heat
Rolling the devil's bones
I don't wanna live in a prison stone
I'll take my chances on this shifting sand
If my future's uncertain
Then so is your heart
No we're never quite
Sure where we stand
In my eyes you see a little bit of every
Lover you've ever known
You're tempting fate if you think you're
Gonna take me home
Looking for some kind of salvation
Feel the hounds at your feet
That empty bed is your destination
Would you trade it for a fist full
A fist full of heat
In my eyes you see a little bit
Of every lover you've ever known
You're tempting fate if you
Think you're gonna take me home
Fist Full of Heat was written by Van Stephenson & Dann Huff.
Fist Full of Heat was produced by Richard Landis.