ain't hard to see you with her all the

girl, you got out without a scratchYou coulda been

goin' off insideOnly hurts when a soul comes aliveYou

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

there's a green pasture, I wanna be in itI'm

1: Charlie Worsham, break us down by our elementsAnd

time, the gang's luckyIt's just their supplier, Pete, with his

working like a dog, tryna please 'em allTryna put

say that you would like to try againYou want

a night in PensacolaThe moon was hanging highYou said

me hurt, let me bleedLet me toss and turnLet

live off crumpled dollars from an old pickle jarI

Lainey it 1: Lainey Wilson, Brooks & Dunn,

1: Terri I lay my head on the railroad

up here in your armsI feel like a queen

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

can hook a trailer on a two-inch hitchI can

hauled hay, mowed the yardCleaned out stalls in the

Pull out them 'get me some' jeans out the closetPut on

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