I fell a victim to a long hard way of living. I was a beaten path. I got lost in my own self reservations. Man when I look back. . Chorus. Used to drive them girls wild.
I'll give you five pennies for a nickel. I'll give you two nickels for a dime. I'll give you my two cents if you ask me. I'll give you all my money for your time.
I ain't shot to pieces. For the very first time. And any thought of leaving. It ran across my mind. I ain't had a hard life. Just had a few hard times.
My mind's going about thirty miles a minute. Searching for the things that I can't find. So I'm filling up my cup and I hope that's enough. To get all this worry off of my mind.
I don't wanna be somebody searching. I'm a little lost right now. And someone's always hurting. And it's always my fault somehow. No, I don't know what tomorrow brings.
The verdict's out on this here town. I like to drink my inhibitions down. I've done all I can to deserve. This thorny crown. And this ornery reputation.
No matter how I run. I never can escape. An old familiar feeling. I just can't seem to shake. So I just run on faith. I run on views. I run a little late.
When your name rolls off my tongue. I start to lose control. Sweetest sound I've ever heard. Sweetest song that I know. I get lost in your whispers. As you crawl across my bed.
I know where we're going. I know where we've been. I just want you showing. Showing off your skin, your skin. I see what you're wearing. I don't give a damn.
A tin roof on an A-framed house. A barren field with a horse and cow. A white, worn road church. Where people say their vows. Naked trees and evergreens.
I've never been one to cigarette smoke. But my nerves are shot. I need an antidote. And my mouth is dry. After summer in the south. She's sticking to her guns.
Seventeen the day she left me. Twenty-three when I moved on. Now I've seen she really wrecked me. Ain't been the same since she's been gone. Now I swam like a rock in the water.
I don't like it in the city. Cuz nobody knows my name. We start picking and singing. Home sure sounds good today. Well, I wanna go home. Yeah, I wanna go home.
I'm a child of Appalachia. Where my feet are in the ground. Buried on the hillside. Near a creek by my house. Trees dance like gypsies. In the shadows of local kings.
Tires are worn out. I need new brakes. I drove all night. I had a fill-up tank. All for a chance. That I might see your face. One night with you. And all problems erased.
I wake up every evening. Because I don't have nothing to do. Yeah, I spend all my days dreaming. Because I don't have a job to lose. I could fight it, I could fake it.
True Mirror. Words and music by Summer. . When I look into the glass. I don't see what you do looking back. I'll never see. What you see in me. . CHORUS.
We tried to bend our nature. To suit the situation. But we were leaking out all over the place. . I was me. And you were you. We were we. Post-it note held with superglue.
We drink our beers out of paper bags. Like the ghetto stars we are. And we ride on aeroplanes. To countries near and far. . We eat too much and we drink.
There's not many commanders. Who admit when they're wrong. So, let's do this quickly. And we can all move on. . You've been a very good soldier. You had a job and you did it well.