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Ashley McBryde

Livin' Next To Leroy

 

Livin' Next To Leroy

(الألبوم: Girl Going Nowhere - 2018)


I used to roll my cigarettes on the hood of my Tacoma
Sit and watch the world go by
I was seventeen and green and knowing nothing 'bout living
In a town where people go to die

Leroy was a transplant from somewhere in Alabama
The first time I met him, he asked me for a spoon
And I thought he must've been in a bluegrass band, or something
But I'd find out one August afternoon

Three doors down, there's tinfoil on the table
They ain't cooking up nothing good 'round here
There's one in every house: high on the couch, stealing cable
On the dark side of the country it ain't bonfires, it ain't beer
But you find out quick how big a hit the neighbor's bike'll get ya, boy
Living next to Leroy

In the classroom, Susie Highschool was packing pills like notes
Taking shots in the parking lot at lunch
And I'd join in every now and then 'cause you can't beat the cool crowd
I'd go to Leroy's 'til I sobered up

Three doors down, there's tinfoil on the table
They ain't cooking up nothing good 'round here
There's one in every house: high on the couch, stealing cable
On the dark side of the country it ain't bonfires, it ain't beer
But you find out quick how big a hit that class ring'll get ya, boy
Living next to Leroy

I rolled a J on the day I got my diploma
I knew Leroy would be proud
I can't forget shaking him, trying to wake him on that sofa
He never did come 'round

Yeah, three doors down, there's tinfoil on the table
They ain't cooking up nothing good 'round here
There's one in every house: high on the couch, stealing cable
On the dark side of the country it ain't bonfires, it ain't beer
But you find out quick how high you get when that last hit gets you boy

Living next to Leroy
Living next to Leroy
Next to Leroy

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