Letra

I got plates from Carolina I got one from Tennessee And I'm one chrome hitch away From bein' where I wanna be I got vagabonds and old ex-cons A beer can's throw away Like a castle up on 12-inch block And pride underneath the paint Even though I keep my love like a satellite I still never get that picture right I'm driftin' into outer space And my hangin' hat don't stay I ran like hell from wedding bells And I rambled my whole life I left a breadcrumb trail of shotgun shells And I'm still damn hard to find I'm up and gone and rollin' on Before that shootin' starts I got a mind runnin' like a freight train And a heart and a heart like a trailer park Yeah, I got troubled souls and tornadoes Both feel right at home I got more tattoos than the prisons do And stories left untold That neon up above me It flickers on and off But the landlord, he still loves me 'Cause he and I still talk Even though I doubled down in double-wides And two wrongs just don't make it right Love don't last here very long And if it does, well, I'm movin' on I ran like hell from wedding bells And I rambled my whole life I left a breadcrumb trail of shotgun shells And I'm still damn hard to find I'm up and gone and rollin' on Before that shootin' starts I got a mind runnin' like a freight train And a heart and a heart like a trailer park I keep my love like a satellite I still never get that picture right And I'm driftin' into outer space And my hangin' hat don't stay I ran like hell from wedding bells And I rambled my whole life I left a breadcrumb trail of shotgun shells And I'm still damn hard to find (still damn hard to find) I'm up and gone and rollin' on Before that shootin' starts I got a mind runnin' like a freight train And a heart and a heart like a trailer park And a heart like a trailer park
Writer(s): Jesse Frasure, Cary Barlowe, Jackson Dean Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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