
Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Radio |
It’s been years since I’ve seen Grace |
Wrap her hands around my waist |
Like I love that sour taste on my tongue, |
am I too young |
I’ve been told you were a liar |
By the brimstone and the fire |
I ain’t ever been so tired, I can’t sleep, |
It’s killing me I will gather all my things, ready to roll, |
Throw the whiskey bottle on the floor |
Turn the T.V. off, let’s go again |
I don’t think you’ll ever understand |
That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio |
Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes |
Running thru those woods, honey please come home |
Well I know, we will soon dance again |
It’s been years since I’ve seen Grace |
Wrap her hands around my waist |
Like I love that sour taste on my tongue, |
am I too young |
I’ve been told you were a liar |
By the brimstone and the fire |
I ain’t ever been so tired, I can’t sleep, |
It’s killing me You still clean my dirty shoes |
Take the heat where blame is due |
Let’s have a smoke when you are through, |
just a hypocrite, I need to quit |
I’d love to live there for a time |
Buy a ring and make you mine |
Maybe lay me down some tile, floors, |
I’ll make them yours |
I will gather all my things, ready to roll, |
Throw the whiskey bottle on the floor |
Turn the T.V. off, let’s go again |
I don’t think you’ll ever understand |
That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio |
Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes |
Running thru those woods, honey please come home |
Well I know, we will soon dance again |
That’s (why) I’ll I dance across the room with my radio |
Kicking off my shoes and selling all my clothes |
Running thru those woods, honey please come home |
Well I know, we will soon dance again |