Lyrics Why Ya Gotta Go Out Like That - The Cadillac Three

Why Ya Gotta Go Out Like That - The Cadillac Three
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Song from the album: COUNTRY FUZZ
In the genre:Американская музыка
Release date:06.02.2020
Song language:English
Record label:Big Machine Label Group

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Why Ya Gotta Go Out Like That
I was drinkin' whiskey, you was drinkin' red
Drinkin' like that, you know how the night’ll end, shit
Screen door slams, brown eyed stare
Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air
Go and ring the bell, aw, it’s on again
Here we go
Why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
Now I’m sittin' out here just smokin' on a cigarette, yeah
Thinkin' there’s maybe, baby, somethin' that I coulda, woulda, shoulda said
(I love you, that’s right)
To stop that screen door slam, brown eyed stare
Boots hit the porch, middle finger in the air
Well, why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
I said some things, yeah
Ah, baby
Why ya gotta go out like that?
Breakin' bottles, callin' cabs
Them four letter words on the tip of your tongue
Flying like bullets from a lipstick gun
Well, we should have just kicked back and rolled the buzz
Drank it all away until the sun came up
Made a little love when we hit the sack
Baby, why ya gotta go out like that?
(Bye-bye, yeah)
Damn
(See you in the morning)
That’s a barn burner, ouch
(I'll be on the couch
Burning cigarettes
Whiskey bottles, oops
Tom Petty cassette tapes, my bad
Tom Petty cassette tapes
Hungover, hungover
I’m sorry, I’m sorry)

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