Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Almost, artist - Riley Green. Album song Riley Green EP, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 31.05.2018
Record label: Big Machine Label Group
Song language: English
Almost |
Slipped out of town without a handshake or goodbye |
Just this old guitar, I had stars in my eyes |
I was playing bars and I was getting girls |
I wasn’t living right but I was staying high every night |
Underneath the glow of a neon light |
One morning I woke up, bottles as far as I could see |
When I closed my eyes and I drifted back to sleep, I saw |
The way Mama looked at me, even though I know I had to be hell to raise |
'Cause man I raised some hell |
Heard Daddy say «son get your lazy ass up |
'Cause there ain’t no sense in sleeping all day» |
I thought about the folks back home and how they care about me so |
It makes me wanna set this bottle down, almost |
Through the haze of a smoky old saloon |
I saw a girl cuttin' me a grin from across the room |
And I swear she had wings |
She loved to hear me play guitar and I loved to watch her dance and I loved to |
hear her sing |
One night she laid down the law, told me that I had to make a choice |
When I closed my eyes and I listened to her voice I saw |
The first time we held hands |
I saw the first time that we danced |
I saw that one night on the creek |
And that night you snuck out of your dorm |
And met me down on Mountain Street |
Thought about that Summer we spent down on the coast |
Made me wanna set this bottle down, almost |
One last time I found myself down and out |
I was just outside of Birmingham, in some no-name town |
I couldn’t recall the night before, when I drank myself to sleep |
So I threw on this old ball cap, and stumbled out into the street |
Too many nights of the same old same |
I got lost in this damn crowd |
But when I packed up this old guitar case I took one last look around, and I saw |
That old barn, where I kept my first truck |
And I walked my bird dog Bo past the pond where we killed our first duck |
I saw Grandpa’s garden, I can still see them pretty vines |
But it’s been some time, since they’ve held of muscadine |
Thought about how Grandma’s house still smells the same |
Even though it’s been a few years now, since I’ve seen her face |
So I raised my glass up for one last toast |
I finally set this bottle down, almost |