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Tucker Beathard

He Was

 

He Was


Yeah, I took my trips around the block
Windows down to get that smoke smell off
Tried hard and dill all I could do
To keep my shirt sleeve hiding that tattoo
I've cruised in neutral down the drive
When I was sneaking out too late at night
No one wondering where I been
Or waiting up to catch me sneaking in

And when all my ups were going down
And when my tough was running out
And life was slipping through my hands
And my give a damn was shot to hell
And inside I was screaming out for help
Seemed like no one was listening
But he was...

Yeah, only fools like me would think that
He didn't know I cussed him out behind his back
And chewing gum would cover up the smell
When I was drunk as if he couldn't tell
And thinking I could hide away the pain
When my first love washed me down the drain
No one telling me that girl
Was nowhere close to my whole world

And when all my ups were going down
And when my tough was running out
And life was slipping through my hands
And my give a damn was shot to hell
And inside I was screaming out for help
Seemed like no one was listening
Yeah, but he but he was, and he is
And he still does what he always did

When all my ups was going down
And all my tough is running out
And life was slipping through my hands
And my give a damn is shot to hell
And inside I'm screaming out for help
Seems like no one is listening

Stubborn pride is getting is giving up
And someday I hope I become
Half the man, half as tough as he was
Yeah, as he was...

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