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The Cadillac Three

Why Ya Gotta Go Out Like That

 

Why Ya Gotta Go Out Like That

(album: Country Fuzz - 2020)


I was drinking whiskey, you was drinking red
Drinking 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?
Breaking bottles, calling 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 sitting out here just smoking on a cigarette, yeah
Thinking there's maybe, baby, something 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?
Breaking bottles, calling 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?
Breaking bottles, calling 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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