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We Lived It
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We Lived It was released on March 8, 2019 by Blane Rudd as a part of the album We Lived It - Single
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Release DateMarch 8, 2019
LabelBlane Rudd
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM70

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blane Rudd
Blane Rudd
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blane Rudd
Blane Rudd
Songwriter

Lyrics

Busted soles and boots been stompin round
This one red light road, two faced town
There ain’t nothin better for me to do
Than get drunk and keep thinkin bout missin you
It’s the same old job they said I’d have
Same hours, same shift my daddy had
It’s our last name they run in the ground
I told myself I wouldn’t live it down
It was back roads, fast speed, blue lights, back seat
All the stuff we didn’t need
It was Marlboro reds, beer burnt bread, green labeled gasoline
Lookin back now, it all seems funny, don’t it
I wish I had a handle, had a finger on it
What we did for getting by
How much we lived and we didn’t die
Broken hearts and strings don’t make a sound
Church bells ring for the lost and found
But when you’re flatlined and checkin out
You can’t hear nothin when you’re six feet down
I can feel it comin, so far left from right
Makin mistakes and lettin that trouble train take me for a ride
It was back roads, fast speed, blue lights, back seat
All the stuff we didn’t need
It was Marlboro reds, beer burnt bread, green labeled gasoline
Lookin back now, it all seems funny, don’t it
I wish I had a handle, had a finger on it
What we did for getting by
How much we lived and didn’t die
It was the first time I jumped off
That painted train trestle bridge
It was shootin white tail from a drop tail gate
In old Ray Cratler’s field
It took a toll
It broke the mold
It got me in this redneck rut
Now I’m drinkin them same old cold beers
From the cab of that same old truck
And it’s still back roads, fast speed, blue lights, back seat
All the stuff we didn’t need
It was Marlboro reds, beer burnt bread, green labeled gasoline
Lookin back now, it all seems funny, don’t it
I wish I had a handle, had a finger on it
What we did for getting by
How much we lived and we didn’t die
We lived it
We lived it
And we didn’t die
Written by: Blane Allen Rudd
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