Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Head down, due south, past Louisville
Don't stop until the bourbon still
Parker says we can drink our fill
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
Oh, yeah, well, its a Buffalo Trace
Fan out and don't give up on the chase
She will make her mark on my face
The Blue Grass Parkway is my favourite place
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
All Hail, manowar is dead
Give up the ghost and put your babies to bed
Oh, yeah, well, you're so easily led
All your money keeps your horses fed
All hail, manowar is dead
Hail, hail
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
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Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Head down, due south, past Louisville
Don't stop until the bourbon still
Parker says we can drink our fill
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
Oh, yeah, well, its a Buffalo Trace
Fan out and don't give up on the chase
She will make her mark on my face
The Blue Grass Parkway is my favourite place
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
All Hail, manowar is dead
Give up the ghost and put your babies to bed
Oh, yeah, well, you're so easily led
All your money keeps your horses fed
All hail, manowar is dead
Hail, hail
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
Head down, due south, past Louisville
Don't stop until the bourbon still
Parker says we can drink our fill
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
Oh, yeah, well, its a Buffalo Trace
Fan out and don't give up on the chase
She will make her mark on my face
The Blue Grass Parkway is my favourite place
Eight hours to get to Heaven Hill
Eight hours
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
All Hail, manowar is dead
Give up the ghost and put your babies to bed
Oh, yeah, well, you're so easily led
All your money keeps your horses fed
All hail, manowar is dead
Hail, hail
Just leave me where I'm found
And put my bones in the ground
Writer: BRIAN ST. CLAIR, DAVID SCOTT LUCAS
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sentric Music