was standin' in the driveway waiting on our first

every heart that's brokenThere's a bottle flowin'And a jukebox goin'

goin' off insideOnly hurts when a soul comes aliveYou

two, three, still a cigarette machine by the

1: Ian my younger years, I knew nothingI'd be

say that you would like to try againYou want

me hurt, let me bleedLet me toss and turnLet

live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jarI

left hand ain't interested in nothin' but a drink

been dreamin', I been drivin'Tryin' to stay between the

hooWoo hooWoo hooWoo was two years in, it

1: Jelly save me, me from myselfI've spent so

me and my buddies went sneakin' outAbout 2AM to

a small-town girl oughta know betterThan to ride through

ashamed of where I'm from or where I've beenWell,

me a red-eye flight out of HoustonFound me a

1: Lainey Wilson & Miranda needs a heroSomebody who

wouldn't know it by the way he talksAbove his

class teacher said, "PassOut that box of CrayolasWe're all

heart, big smileBig voice on the radio dialLike a