I smoked my last cigarette. I drank my last drop. Quit doing all the things. That I swore I'd never stop. I changed my direction. Sang a different tune.
He can buy you nice things. But I can make your knees weak. So he has a house on a hill. I got what you really need. 'Cause that view from the hill. Lookin' at the stars.
Momma bought me my first guitar. When I was just fifteen. learned three chords then a couple more. My head filled up with dreams. I figured how to rhyme in time. Write my feelings in a song.