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I don't remember when the liquor started kicking in. It's been a while since I been off the stuff. I really hate to say I'm turning into a cliché. I'm hoping that nobody brings it up.
I can throw a line, but I can't reel it in. I can throw a dart, but I can't make it stick. The thought of loving you just makes me sick. I don't have the nerve to use my heart.
Tomboy, Hail Mary. Never needs a dress to make her pretty. She's a killjoy, such a let down. Daddy tried to raise a southern belle. Well, he got a tomboy.
I was born a bull in a china cabinet. Drawn to the delicate like it's a magnet. Perfume bottles on a mirror tray. Tempered glass on a window pane. Timeless face on a pocket watch.
To love her. Is to learn her. And see her at her worst. Dance with her when she's drinking. Hold her when she hurts. She'll be happy, you'll be sorry.
There's trouble where I'm goin'. But I'm gonna go there anyway. I hate sunday mornings cause they always seem to start this way. I'm lookin' for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes.
Sometimes these wheels. Get a little heavy. I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady. When I can't fly, I start to fall. But I've got wheels.
I put 'em on whenever I sit down to the read the paper. Can't explain the way they seem to work like magic. I put 'em on to keep it positive. Don't mean to tell you how I feel.
Oh southern breeze. Knock me to my knees. I believe you're the only one who can. The religious and the rest. They've all tried their best. Well I guess somethings you just don't understand.
I'm against the days. When the skies stay bummer grey. And the cake tastes just OK. OK. . Well I guess I'm anti yuck. Against the stuff the sucks. The life out of your soul.
When she's feeling reckless. Tangled in her messes. Wild eyes lookin' for a chase. There's nothing white lines can't erase. . So I keep the engine running.
Are we fools for rushing in?. 'Cause I already dread the end. Lonely ain't no place to start. I guess that's just where we are. Oh, how I remember well.
I had the palace looking nice and neat. Two feather pillows with expensive sheets. Sitting so pretty on my velvet couch. Before you came around. . You treat my mind like a hotel room.
Yeah I'm a turner. I turn pages all the time. Don't like where I'm at. 34 was bad. So I just turn to 35. Yeah I'm a keeper. I keep digging down for the deep.
Two kids from Tacoma. In a '72 Nova,. No pill and barely old enough to drink,. Learned the ropes and tested science,. Started pentecostal riots,. In just five minutes behind the rolling rink,.
If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink. If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank. If all your white t-shirts have stains. If you've got some goods and got some ink.
Only thing moving out here is this swing on the front porch. And the sun's beating down heatin' up this house like blow torch. Sitting here singing Dixie with a whistle.
Quarter in a payphone. Drying laundry on the line. Watching sun tea in the window. Pocket watch, tellin' time. Seems like only yesterday, I'd get a blank cassette.
Get your shoes on, get your suitcase, your stereo and all of your CDs. No more talking, just start walking. Cause all that's left for you to do is leave.