Author: lyricspedia

Losing touch in Tennessee Freedom's got the best of me Goddamn my opportunities Goddamn this easy livin' Gasping for the mountain air Crawling up the campus stairs My throne is an electric chair I'm stunned with indecision Pray for upgrades on my soul Tearing through an open road Questioning my moral code And screaming at...

I've got plates for purple gas 'Bout the only break I catch But I am not the kind of man To blame the dealer on a losing hand Have a lone star in my eye The darker the sky, the brighter it shines Pumpjack checks and baler twine A ton of grit or maybe it's...

Let me die out in the boons It took me thirteen years to bloom They broke up, but he's alright We'll be in town till late tonight I'm dyin' in the boons And I hate a hungry crowd Worst of 'em all, talk the loudest I guess I'll die out here With a hammer and...

Well, I saw you in my dreams last night You had a vandal grin framed by a suit and tie You were sayin' you were out of here With your breath framed by cocaine and beer Who'da thought she would ruin you And leave your whole damn family in shambles too? I got a call...

Rain started fallin' on the roof that mornin' It was early summertime We fogged up the rear window of my '67, three-hundred, in-line My lungs have been hurtin' And it's likely my liver has taken a lickin', too Them Beale Street boys are handy With a clap on four and two The thrill is gone,...

When you wake in the mornin' and I'm not by your side, just know that I'm halfway to Dallas I'm stoned out my mind, I'm half-buzzed 'bout full-time since you left me to die here last August When you make it to Nashville, you can tell by one hat tilt that that shit just ain't...

My old man bought a big bass boat When I think of that summer of hope, I choke 'Cause even if we didn't catch a little bit of something We'd park that boat by the bluff at the Days Inn I got a need to find trouble when things are alright I pine for pain...

The kids are in town for a funeral So pack the car and dry your eyes I know they got plenty of young blood left in 'em And plenty nights under pink skies You taught 'em to enjoy So clean the house Clear the drawers Mop the floors Stand tall Like no one's ever been...

Coffee cold this morning You're getting rid of me Got drunk, fell asleep, and woke up in Eastern Tennessee Woke up on the wrong side of a Lifelong fight between Who I was, who I am, and which one's right Baby's out with the bathwater He ain't got no chance Oklahoma knows the old ya...

I'd say I've had rough Seen some pretty hard days But I've seen gorgeous things On my awfully brutal way She was there smiling In the bedroom tonight when I told her Gods timing Working on awfully scary ways So no rest 'til Brooklyn No sleep at all Until I'm dead, or until I'm rich...