Author: lyricspedia

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...

I don't wanna bet, but my father wrote a check that I bet his ass could never cash He's bettin' on the eight ball landing in the side wall, cold-blooded killer if you ask But every night, he needs me to land himself a red three-corner pocket at 12 A.M Only twelve years-old, but I...

High tide has been risin' up I've been gettin' up with some boys I used to know We're tryin' to get our pockets up This year has just been movin' fuckin' slow You were comin' out to Pineville, it was freezin' cold I'm gettin' old by the day You said I gave your heart somethin'...

Walking 'round town in a place I've never been In deep, deep Manhattan I recall it all, your dress and how it falls You rollin' in deep satin Won't you call a cab, mister, won't you pay my tab? There's some kids on the curb haymakin' And I ain't been home in three years or...

Pain, sweet pain let's learn something from it Oh see the top brother and I might just summit Cause I've been climbing and climbing for so damn long Thinkin' it's about time someone else is strong Thinkin' it's about time someone else is strong One-two, one-two-three-four Humble yourself holy roller If you don't you're gonna'...

If I'm lucky enough, I'll see fogs lift with suns As we roll to play a show in Carolina, Oklahoma, or Chicago I'll grow to know the road to home in places far away Wrinkled, bald, and beat to shit, to never waste a day Enough people will hate me that I know I did...

Took a few years to get here, brother Greens are greener in the heat of summer Calmness on this evenin' seems a drug Graham and Lucas are having kids while Steve's busy raising his While I climb out a hole I never dug Likely there's a spot, twenty minutes or so We used to get...

I lost my money to some dirty old bookie Way up in Philly, he was a bad man But you can't bet your life on the table When you've got yourself a bad hand So I went and got my good friend, Mickey And we made ourselves a bold stand Wound up bleedin' on the...

You took a train to the south side of Boston You showed me where your old man stayed Took twenty-eight years of blood I was lost in To feel loved on my own birthday And I always felt like I's in between something Like home and somewhere far away But tonight, on the west side...

Screen door cracked The ballgame on Man on the porch singin' baritone Tan line leads to that gentle place Between her collarbone and her stone-cold face Dock hand boys all say goodbye To the women that they swear are gonna be their wives They'll be gone by the wintertime And they don't wanna bother with...