Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Swing Shift, artist - Cherlene. Album song Archer: Cherlene, in the genre Саундтреки
Date of issue: 12.01.2014
Record label: Bluebush
Song language: English
Swing Shift |
What a night to work the graveyard, witching hour eight |
Sneaking whiskey in my coffee, only thing that keeps me straight |
But whiskey dreams of you until that whistle blew |
Blew me out the door, I was coming home to you |
Forty hours of graveyard to get home and fry your eggs |
Pouring coffee in my whiskey, I’ve seen trouble in the drags |
I’ve listened to the words, Just barely overheard |
Stabbed me in the back, I was coming home for you |
Forty bucks to go on layaway for my own diamond ring |
But it’s my own damn fault |
Should have told me when they changed my shift to sway |
You never turned and saw, saw me out the door |
Or even heard the diesel roar |
Hear me coming home to you |
Forty miles an hour rising when I hit your double wide |
Drove that tractor through the trailer |
Coming out on yonder side |
Did you have the breath to curse? |
Did you cry my name as I grounded in reverse? |
Was there anything left of you? |
In forty days they’ll strap me down |
With a sponge and shave my head |
And dim the lights of this old prison |
Cause the governor wants me dead |
That judge would have given me life |
But that woman was her wife |
He was calling out my name |
Now I’m coming |
Now I’m coming |
Now I’m coming |
Coming home to you |
Now I’m coming home to you |
Now I’m coming home to you |