Songtexte

Hey there, buddy, why the old long face? Get to lookin' like you lost the race Get to lookin' like you didn't place at all Well, I heard you've been running with a wilder cast Playin' hard and livin fast And for a while you had a blast You were feeling ten feet tall You're gonna be alright, you'll be fine You can have a nickel outta my last dime The moon is bright and you're alright down here Your intention's good and well Pave a little on the road to hell Flew a little high and fell You were smiling all the while Well, you tried so bad just to be good Hold your cards and you knock on wood A little harder than anyone should But hey, that's just your style You're gonna be alright, you'll be fine You can have a nickel outta my last dime The moon is bright and you're alright down here Aw, you shot the moon and you wound up set Ain't I taught you how to hedge a bet? Hate to say it, but it's what you get A right hook to the jaw We all still think you're great I'm gonna have to shoot you straight You go to fishin' or you cut some bait Take a hammer to the wall You'll be alright, you'll be fine You can have a nickel outta my last dime The moon is bright and you're alright down here You're gonna be alright, you'll be fine You can have a nickel outta my last dime Don't go wasting too much time down here
Writer(s): Evan Duane Felker, Samuel Wieters, Jonny Burke Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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