the kind to take the keysDon't sit in a

Não, não tem mais jeitoMelhor é pedir adeusVocê com sua crençaSua

a death grip on this canAnd I already killed

something about the fast lifeWe all want a shot

1: Keith it was Saturday night last time I

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

1: Post found God lookin' for the devilChasin' a

myself I'd never fall for a little charm and

1: Terri I lay my head on the railroad

that rooster's crowin', she's kitchen table sittin'Underlining the gospel

1: Joe I ain't afraid of dyin', it's the

Wynonna & Lainey 1: got something, we both

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

me a red-eye flight out of HoustonFound me a

purple hull peas on the front porchSprayin' WD-40 on

doesn't always make you tallerAnd those pictures on mama's

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

was right after senior yearJust before the summer disappearedWe

want you to know, that I'm happy for youI

been laughin' with the TV, talkin' to the wallsDancin'