Country Song - Lyrics

Verse1

Maybe if I stayed for 3 more songs

Maybe if I stayed, all night long

You coulda walked, before the morn’

Maybe let me use your telephone

Headed southwest, gather where you’re from

On two tanks of gas, and a fifth-of-rum

Writing songs in the pitch of the highway hum

Cuz too much thinking does a good-boy wrong


Chorus

Eyes on you, while we wake up 

Like you the made the, stars go out last night

Eyes on you, while we make up (We made up, like it’s enough)

You’ve been fighting the rights, you shoulda turned left,

But you made it on home alright

Verse2

Maybe if I learned to play this thing

‘stead of breaking hearts, &  bending twang

I’m just a suitcase junkie, waiting to claim

My own broken clichés, on worn down strings

We’re gonna keep it raw, in the age of bling

& Keep the roots of folk,  against the grain.

From the opening line, to the Final refrain

I’m just a jack-in-the-box, waiting to sing