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John Morgan - Thick Of It Lyrics

I'm in the thick of it, the gang is feelin' low
We’re runnin' from the Pinkertons, they follow where I go
Them boys don’t know nothin’ 'bout the gang or our dough
They can meet me in the city when we rob another store

Dutch van der Linde, he is the GOAT
Yeah, he’s my boah, got me runnin' 'round
From the West to Illinois, we came from Valentine
But I heard Milton's voice, them boys are waiting for me
We ain’t got a choice

Whoa-oh, this is how the plan just goes
Whoa-oh, I guess this is how the plan just goes

From the gang, to the train, to the boat, to the pain
Where's Tahiti? Like Houdini, I can't find a single grain
These bad plans, Dutch, you're breakin' my heart
I should have known that there wasn't any money from the start

New day, same game, Micah plays in Dutch’s head
Blackwater was a slaughter, we was tryna get that bread
Dutch I know that we been through some hard times
But there’s a rat, I know he’s tryna get what’s mine

Whoa-oh, this is how the plan just goes
Whoa-oh, I guess this is how the plan just goes

Highway to hell, if you can’t tell, that’s where we go
I got my brain ate, but I got enough to know
Gang ain’t the same and Dutch seeing that it’s so
Left me for dead, but my redemption’s comin’ slow

Yeah, I know Arthur’s gonna save me
Hope he don’t blame me
In the think of it this is how the plan just go

I'm in the thick of it, the gang is feelin' low
We’re runnin' from the Pinkertons, they follow where I go
Them boys don’t know nothin’ 'bout the gang or our dough
They can meet me in the city when we rob another store

Whoa-oh, this is how the plan just goes
Whoa-oh, I guess this is how the plan just goes