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Curtis Grimes

Miles Don't Matter

 

Miles Don't Matter

(álbum: Curtis Grimes - 2021)


Dog tired beat down rolling on a caffeine fix
With four more hours to go, I ain't slept a lick
Just hit a quarter-million miles on this [?]

Whether it's blue sky or whether a rain coming down
Or a detour sign turning me around
No highways getting in my way heading back home
I got my hand on the wheel, the wheels on the gravel
Got the gas tank sweating, sitting high on the saddle
When I'm wrapping my head around, wrapping my arms around her
No, the miles don't matter

I bet her hair's let down and she got my old t-shirt on
With a missing me kinda feeling coming on strong
Just waiting and thinking 'bout loving me all night long, oh hold on

Whether it's blue sky or whether a rain coming down
Or a detour sign turning me around
No highways getting in my way heading back home
I got my hand on the wheel, the wheels on the gravel
Got the gas tank sweating, sitting high on the saddle
When I'm wrapping my head around, wrapping my arms around her
No, the miles don't matter

When I look at that horizon
I seen my angel smiling
I put my foot to the floor

Whether it's blue sky or whether a rain coming down
Or a detour sign turning me around
No highways getting in my way heading back home
I got my hand on the wheel, the wheels on the gravel
Got the gas tank sweating, sitting high on the saddle
When I'm wrapping my head around, wrapping my arms around her
Just waiting and thinking 'bout being right there beside her
No, the miles don't matter
The miles don't matter

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