Author: lyricspedia

Lovesick, homesick, sick of the road, too There's a reason all them boys back when sang the blues And please don't ask me how these last years went Mama, I made a million dollars on accident Well, I was supposed to die a military man Chest out too far with a drink in my hand...

You know that time goes Right out the window And our hearts They beat on borrowed time Pack the car while the creek's runnin' Cast a line with the dawn comin' You know I wanna believe in somethin' Somethin' like you Reckon God is a funny man For puttin' beauty in these ugly hands And...

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...

I'm having a hard time, jugglin' her As the hard times sit on my jugular Tried my best just to get ahead The world isn't fair to a heart that's dead Living here for thirteen years, nobody knows my name So if I get drunk, wreck my old ladies car I think I'd die in...

Turn on the TV, act like you don't see me Tell me everything is okay My mother is a saint and told me if I wait Everything meant to be will stay Well, I ain't a believer in people pleasing neither Fucking telephones have ruined this place Met a man in New York City, told...

No one on this side of town Knows a good place for a boy to drown They look at me so strange when I talk I wish I was a tradesman Learnin' from some beat down old layman On some hillside they ain't named yet Sleepin' next to mountain fire smoke And everyone lately's scarin'...

She's got a need to leave you wantin' more She loves hard love and metaphors Leave your shoes off at the door 'Cause dinner's waitin' on you Grand things don't impress her much She's keen to smaller acts She likes honey in her coffee And boys that use their backs Friday afternoon at the Mercury...

When I get back to Oklahoma I'll be a little better off than I am right now And you talk so strong but you can't stand straight How'd you fall for a man I've grown to hate? I can drive you by where I learned to curse He's got his creased dress whites in an...