Letra

We've got no more money in our pockets or direction in life to go But we're young and proud with the windows down singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh 45 hours on the clock and this week Swearing off putting any more in Popping tops on a Friday night And giving up livin' for the weekend Taking shots and taking chances Making light of our circumstances Keep in on on a dream might be the part of us they'll never see And I might hate it now but I'll never call it quits. Cause we've got No more money in our pockets or direction in life to go But we're young and proud with the windows down singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh And we're not ready to slow down for anything or trade it in for the life we know We'll keep our head held high and roll right along singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh It didn't take that much time to wear the soles out of these boots These New York City days might tear me down but I refuse to Give it all up And wait another day It's worth it all just to say I wouldn't have it any other way And I might hate it now but I'll never call it quits cause we got No more money in our pockets or direction in life to go But we're young and proud with the windows down singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh And we're not ready to slow down for anything or trade it in for the life we know We'll keep our head held high and roll right along singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh And we're not ready to slow down for anything or trade it in for the life we know We'll keep our head held high and roll right along singing Woah oh oh woah oh oh
Writer(s): Jonathan Freeland Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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