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Upchurch

County Ain't Fair

 

County Ain't Fair

(альбом: Concert For The Crickets - 2023)


Sometimes I hate the place I love
This love made me hate myself so much
For playing with a lady's heart that never should've gotten broke
I ain't missing to getting no admission to love no more

Baby, baby, I'm sorry, I'm sorry again
Sorry so many times, sorry don't mean shit
When it's coming out my lips
See myself in a mirror so I haul off and break that bitch

This county ain't fair, why am I still here?
Pass me on Main and we both still stare
Swerving double lines while looking in the rearview
Too much to say even though we both want to
But she knows my tongue's made of silver
Turn into a poet when I tell her how much I miss her
If her new man's mad about it tell him I don't care
Sometimes this county ain't fair
Sometimes this county ain't fair
Sometimes this county ain't

Maybe I'm crazy like Willie, Cash and Waylon
Lately I've been out alone doing about a hundred and eighty
Tryna jumpstart my heart 'cause it's dead right now
But in my hometown the headlights never go out
May be dimmer as the years fade
But I can shine some love straight through any windowpane
I guess this town does what they say
'Cause my truck still stuck in them round here ways

This county ain't fair, why am I still here?
Pass me on Main and we both still stare
Swerving double lines while looking in the rearview
Too much to say even though we both want to
But she knows my tongue's made of silver
Turn into a poet when I tell her how much I miss her
If her new man's mad about it tell him I don't care
Sometimes this county ain't fair
Sometimes this county ain't fair
Sometimes this county ain't fair

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