name ain't on every listBut they say I'm where

a death grip on this canAnd I already killed

something about the fast lifeWe all want a shot

Post Malone & Dolly Parton, Post I don't have

say that you would like to try againYou want

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

best friend's ship is sinkin'She thinks her man's been

let down my window to smoke a cigaretteLet the

live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jarI

1: Myles in this crowd, I sit alone, ohOne

myself I'd never fall for a little charm and

1: Terri I lay my head on the railroad

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

hauled hay, mowed the yardCleaned out stalls in the

electric bill be damnedIt's too hot in this houseThermostat

I had my "ain't payin' for shit" kinda lipstick

the middle of the nightI hear a corn

I've sure done a lot of fast livin' out

1: say that you would like to try againYou'd

1: got turned around in some little townI'd never