Postcard

Headed out West on a South Texas highway Well I left her crying in the parking lot Yeah well she left me, but I still had it my way Knowing damn well that we never had a shot She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run Cut and run, time to cut and run Guess I was way to wild, compared to boys she's been around Trying to keep up with the ones she couldn't catch Cause I'm still a rambling man, and I do the best I can To try and settle down, but that scares me half to death She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run Cut and run, time to cut and run Well maybe she was the one, maybe I jumped the gun But I'm up and gone, I ain't turning back around She'll find a better man, who don't break hearts the way I can If she could say one thing to me, I know how it'd sound She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done I guess I could of loved her for the most part Now I think it's about time to cut and run She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard" Cause I know she loved it when I made her mad I guess I could loved her for the most part Now that I think about it, I guess it's kind of sad