Pour me up a drink, there's a bottle in the seat. I'm only half way to crazy by now.
We are past that breaking point, past that road of choice and there ain't nothing left in this town. I thought by now I woulda figured shit out
You and me we got some bad reputations. We dance round like thieves in the night.
I bet your halo could use some reconsideration, but it's the only thing that makes this alright
Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
But we still kick around our same ol stomping grounds and life it'll pass you by as you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky
Roll me up a smoke, I'll take a toke for hope I'm only half way to 80 by now
You was the peanut queen I was 17 and mean you wanted so bad to leave this town. Ain't it funny how it all works out
Ain't nothing left but making love and raising babies there ain't nothing wrong with the simple life darling I love you but the smoke is getting hazy maybe we should just get drunk and fight down at the Gin on a Saturday night
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Pour me up a drink, there's a bottle in the seat. I'm only half way to crazy by now.
We are past that breaking point, past that road of choice and there ain't nothing left in this town. I thought by now I woulda figured shit out
You and me we got some bad reputations. We dance round like thieves in the night.
I bet your halo could use some reconsideration, but it's the only thing that makes this alright
Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
But we still kick around our same ol stomping grounds and life it'll pass you by as you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky
Roll me up a smoke, I'll take a toke for hope I'm only half way to 80 by now
You was the peanut queen I was 17 and mean you wanted so bad to leave this town. Ain't it funny how it all works out
Ain't nothing left but making love and raising babies there ain't nothing wrong with the simple life darling I love you but the smoke is getting hazy maybe we should just get drunk and fight down at the Gin on a Saturday night
We are past that breaking point, past that road of choice and there ain't nothing left in this town. I thought by now I woulda figured shit out
You and me we got some bad reputations. We dance round like thieves in the night.
I bet your halo could use some reconsideration, but it's the only thing that makes this alright
Heaven knows time ain't slowing down
But we still kick around our same ol stomping grounds and life it'll pass you by as you drink all through the night under a Houston county sky
Roll me up a smoke, I'll take a toke for hope I'm only half way to 80 by now
You was the peanut queen I was 17 and mean you wanted so bad to leave this town. Ain't it funny how it all works out
Ain't nothing left but making love and raising babies there ain't nothing wrong with the simple life darling I love you but the smoke is getting hazy maybe we should just get drunk and fight down at the Gin on a Saturday night
Writer: CODY BRYAN CANNON
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
