Morgan wallen
last night...
we let the liquor talk
Every time I'm walkin' out
I can hear you tellin' me to turn around
Fightin' for my trust and you won't back down
Even if we gotta risk it all right now, oh
Always smokin' somethin', he ain't worried 'bout nothin'
'Cause he ain't got nothin' to lose
I got a thing for the wild ones
We gave each other more than our hearts
With the help of a mason jar
Drinkin' watermelon moonshine
Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet home Alabama
Lord, I'm comin' home to you
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Seasons change and our love went cold
Feed the flame 'cause we can't let go
Run away, but we're running in circles
Run away, run away
I only talk to God when I need a favor
And I only pray when I ain't got a prayer
A little bit of love is all that it's needing
But it's good as it is tough
I got a heart like a truck
bye bye miss American pie
Somethin' bout the way she kissed me tells me she'd love Eastern Tennessee
Yeah, but all I brought back with me was some sand in my boots
Candy paint with the white on top
Lambo doors are the woo-wop drop
And you just can't fake that, so let's change that
Girl, let's go put some miles on it
I push like a daisy through old sidewalk cracks
Yeah, my kinda crazy's still running its courses with
Wildflowers and wild horses
say (blank)say it
you win 300
Yeah, I love you more than the feeling when the bass hits the hook
When the guy gets the girl at the end of the book
You keep me wrapped around your finger
Wrapped around your finger
I was caught up in your orbit
Spinnin' like a bullet
Running with the wrong crowd on the wrong nights
'Cause I've been wrong about a million times
But I got one thing right, you
Makes me feel at home
Yeah, boy, I'm right at home
In a four-by-four by you, babe
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400
'Cause there's money in the bank and tomorrow's Saturday
So if they pass that fifth of Jack this way
Tell you that I'm sorry, tell me what I gotta do
'Cause I can't let go, it's chemical
Ain't sayin' I'm ready yet
But that's the place
I wanna be
After my last breath
Bury me in Georgia
Hang tight honey I'm a white line running down a dream on a long-lost highway
Me and this band playing one-night stands for some fans getting straight up sideways
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