There's trouble where I'm going, but I'm gonna go there anyway
I hate Sunday mornings cause they always seem to start this way
I'm looking for a lighter, I already bought the cigarettes
Guess I picked me up a habit on my way out of Lafayette
Eastbound and down
I turn it up cause thats sure how I feel
My mind is racing through the pines
My hands are shaky on the stirring wheel
I'm going north on 59, but I know good and well I'm heading south
Cause me and Birmingham don't have a history of working out
What I lost in Louisiana
I found back in Alabama
But nobody ever taught me how to stay
It ain't love that I'm chasing
But I'm runnin' just in case
I ain't unpacked my suitcase since the day that I turned 21
It's been a long ten years since then, It's getting kind of cumbersome
The first one, and the last one, and the one thats got my name in ink
The smoker, and the fighter, and the one in every song I sing
What I lost in Lubbock Texas
I look for in all the rest
But I guess no one ever taught me how to stay
It ain't love that I'm chasing
But I'm runnin' just in case
I carry them around with me, I don't mind having scars
Happiness ain't prison, but there's freedom in a broken heart
Miranda Lambert - The Weight of These Wings Album Lyrics
Miranda Lambert - The Weight of These Wings Lyrics
- Runnin Just In Case
- Highway Vagabond
- Ugly Lights
- You Wouldnt Know Me
- We Should Be Friends
- Pink Sunglasses
- Getaway Driver
- Vice
- Smoking Jacket
- Pushin Time
- Covered Wagon
- Use My Heart
- Tin Man
- Good Ol Days
- Things That Break
- For The Birds
- Well-Rested
- Tomboy
- To Learn Her
- Keeper Of The Flame
- Bad Boy
- Six Degrees Of Separation
- Dear Old Sun
- Ive Got Wheels
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, GWEN SEBASTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Highway Vagabond
I wanna go somewhere where nobody knows
I wanna know somewhere where nobody goes
Following gold lines on the ground, northbound, southbound
There's something 'bout the way I feel when the wheels go round and round and round
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
Daddy was a drifter, mama died young
I still don't know where I come from
On the map and off the grid with all my friends
Roaming town and town like Willie did when he was a kid, on the road again
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way, singing for your supper
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
But if we ain't broke down then we ain't doing something right
But if we ain't broke down then we ain't slowing down tonight
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way, singing for your supper
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
Highway vagabonds
Highway vagabonds
Living like hippies (highway vagabonds)
Moving right along to the next big city
Living like hippies (highway vagabonds)
Moving right along to the next big city (highway vagabonds)
Living like highway vagabonds (highway vagabonds)
I wanna know somewhere where nobody goes
Following gold lines on the ground, northbound, southbound
There's something 'bout the way I feel when the wheels go round and round and round
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
Daddy was a drifter, mama died young
I still don't know where I come from
On the map and off the grid with all my friends
Roaming town and town like Willie did when he was a kid, on the road again
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way, singing for your supper
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
But if we ain't broke down then we ain't doing something right
But if we ain't broke down then we ain't slowing down tonight
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Highway vagabonds, living like hippies
Moving right along to the next big city
Okay, jump off the exit
Truck stop, rest stop, next stop Texas
Caravan like a wild west show
I don't care, man, as long as we go
My way, singing for your supper
Get off one and get on the other
Highway, vagabonds
Highway vagabonds
Highway vagabonds
Living like hippies (highway vagabonds)
Moving right along to the next big city
Living like hippies (highway vagabonds)
Moving right along to the next big city (highway vagabonds)
Living like highway vagabonds (highway vagabonds)
Writer: LUKE DICK, NATALIE HEMBY, SHANE MCANALLY
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Ugly Lights
I don't remember when the liquor started kicking in
It's been awhile since I've been off the stuff
I really hate to say I'm turning into a cliche
I'm hoping that nobody brings it up
I left my car behind the bar again last Sunday night
I did the Monday morning drive of shame
In last nights clothes they smell like smoke
But I don't know how I got home
But I do know my head will hurt all day
But I'm still going to stay too late
And be the girl bartenders hate
The one that doesn't need another one
When the Romeo's and Juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes
The last kiss in the parking lot is done
I'll be sitting here alone
When the ugly lights come on
Well everybody's got a spark
It's easy hiding in the dark
In a crowded room with pockets full of rings
I sit and watch the whiskey pour
The married men, the exit door
The beginning of another matchbook flame
And I don't try to justify the reason I'm not livin' right
I wear my sadness like a souvenir
I drink too much to fall apart
That's how I fight this broken heart
So what, if I feel comfortable in here
But I'm still going to stay too late
And be the girl bartenders hate
The one that doesn't need another one
When the Romeo's and Juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes
The last kiss in the parking lot is done
I'll be sitting here alone
When the ugly lights come on
Hey!
It's been awhile since I've been off the stuff
I really hate to say I'm turning into a cliche
I'm hoping that nobody brings it up
I left my car behind the bar again last Sunday night
I did the Monday morning drive of shame
In last nights clothes they smell like smoke
But I don't know how I got home
But I do know my head will hurt all day
But I'm still going to stay too late
And be the girl bartenders hate
The one that doesn't need another one
When the Romeo's and Juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes
The last kiss in the parking lot is done
I'll be sitting here alone
When the ugly lights come on
Well everybody's got a spark
It's easy hiding in the dark
In a crowded room with pockets full of rings
I sit and watch the whiskey pour
The married men, the exit door
The beginning of another matchbook flame
And I don't try to justify the reason I'm not livin' right
I wear my sadness like a souvenir
I drink too much to fall apart
That's how I fight this broken heart
So what, if I feel comfortable in here
But I'm still going to stay too late
And be the girl bartenders hate
The one that doesn't need another one
When the Romeo's and Juliet's have bummed all of my cigarettes
The last kiss in the parking lot is done
I'll be sitting here alone
When the ugly lights come on
Hey!
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, LIZ ROSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
You Wouldnt Know Me
You wouldn't know me if you saw me here
Wake up at your front door no more
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
Stop sign, stop sign
That's all she threw at me
'Til I don't feel like home no more
Wings on fire I caught side of a brand new home
Married in your heels
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
Wake up at your front door no more
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
That's what I say
Bad news is better than what you've been handing me
What's gone wrong with you my friend
Promise me, promise me
Don't laugh out at me now
Won't you just send me some word
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
I'm changing day to day, that's right
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
That's what I say
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
I'm changing day to day, that's right
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
Well you wouldn't know me
You wouldn't know me
Wake up at your front door no more
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
Stop sign, stop sign
That's all she threw at me
'Til I don't feel like home no more
Wings on fire I caught side of a brand new home
Married in your heels
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
Wake up at your front door no more
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
That's what I say
Bad news is better than what you've been handing me
What's gone wrong with you my friend
Promise me, promise me
Don't laugh out at me now
Won't you just send me some word
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
I'm changing day to day, that's right
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
That's what I say
I told her you wouldn't know me if you saw me here
I'm changing day to day, that's right
You'll never know me by asking how I've been
You'll never keep up that way
Well you wouldn't know me
You wouldn't know me
Writer: Oren Lee Russell
Copyright: Lyrics © NUNN PUBLISHING CO.
Copyright: Lyrics © NUNN PUBLISHING CO.
We Should Be Friends
If your mind's as cluttered as your kitchen sink
If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank
If all your white t-shirts have stains
If you've got some guts and got some ink
Well then, we should be friends
If you borrow dresses like you borrow time
If you dream all day and drink all night
If you're looking for love but willing to fight
Over men and momma's and Miller Lite
Well then, we should be friends
I don't know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover 'cause I read the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
If you paint your nails while you cut your loss
If you like acting like you're the boss
If everything your daddy says
Is something you can put stock in
Well then, we should be friends
I don't know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover 'cause I wrote the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
One, two, three..
If you use alcohol as a sedative
And bless your heart as a negative
If you ride your white horse like the wind
If what you see is what you get
Well then, oh, we should be friends
(Alright)
Well then, oh, we should be friends
Well then, oh, we can be friends
If your heart's as empty as your diesel tank
If all your white t-shirts have stains
If you've got some guts and got some ink
Well then, we should be friends
If you borrow dresses like you borrow time
If you dream all day and drink all night
If you're looking for love but willing to fight
Over men and momma's and Miller Lite
Well then, we should be friends
I don't know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover 'cause I read the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
If you paint your nails while you cut your loss
If you like acting like you're the boss
If everything your daddy says
Is something you can put stock in
Well then, we should be friends
I don't know you well but I know that look
And I can judge the cover 'cause I wrote the book
On losing sleep and gaining weight
On pain and shame and crazy trains
One, two, three..
If you use alcohol as a sedative
And bless your heart as a negative
If you ride your white horse like the wind
If what you see is what you get
Well then, oh, we should be friends
(Alright)
Well then, oh, we should be friends
Well then, oh, we can be friends
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Pink Sunglasses
I put 'em on when ever I sit down to read the paper
Can't explain the way they seem to work like magic
I put 'em on to keep it positive
Don't mean to tell you how to feel
But I'm a firm believer in the power of the plastic
Positive plastic
In my pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 I'm perfectly disguised
When I'm walking by I wanna roll my eyes
In my Pink sunglasses
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
I was looking for some tortoise shells
But these were on sale, next to the disposable cameras
Tried 'em on and suddenly it occurred to me
Buying Little Debbie's felt a little more glamorous
In the check out line
Don't I look good
Uh
In my pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 I'm perfectly disguised
When I'm walking by I wanna roll my eyes
In my Pink sunglasses
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
Ahh-uhh-uhh
I can leave 'em on a beach, at a bar, a boat
But they always reappear in the pocket of my coat
I cant find 'em
They always find me
My pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 completely polarized
Sometimes I accidentally go to bed at night
In my Pink sunglasses
My pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
In my pink sunglasses
Uhh
Pink sunglasses
Can't explain the way they seem to work like magic
I put 'em on to keep it positive
Don't mean to tell you how to feel
But I'm a firm believer in the power of the plastic
Positive plastic
In my pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 I'm perfectly disguised
When I'm walking by I wanna roll my eyes
In my Pink sunglasses
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
I was looking for some tortoise shells
But these were on sale, next to the disposable cameras
Tried 'em on and suddenly it occurred to me
Buying Little Debbie's felt a little more glamorous
In the check out line
Don't I look good
Uh
In my pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 I'm perfectly disguised
When I'm walking by I wanna roll my eyes
In my Pink sunglasses
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
Ahh-uhh-uhh
I can leave 'em on a beach, at a bar, a boat
But they always reappear in the pocket of my coat
I cant find 'em
They always find me
My pink sunglasses
Always makes the world look a little bit better
In my pink sunglasses
You can try'em anytime you need a change of the weather
9.99 completely polarized
Sometimes I accidentally go to bed at night
In my Pink sunglasses
My pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
Pink sunglasses
Ahh-uhh-uhh
In my pink sunglasses
Uhh
Pink sunglasses
Writer: LUKE DICK, NATALIE HEMBY, RODNEY CLAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Round Hill Music Big Loud Songs, CYPMP
Getaway Driver
When she's feeling reckless
Tangled in her messes
Wild eyes lookin' for a chase
There's nothing white lines can't erase
So I keep the engine running
She'll be my gasoline
She treats my heart like a stolen car
All the while she had the keys
Standing in the line of fire
I'll be standing right beside her
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
Miles were the only thing that saved us
Headlights were our only traces
No rearview mirror, no looking back
Desert horizon as our map
So I keep the engine running
She'll be my gasoline
She treats my heart like a stolen car
All the while she had the keys
Standing in the line of fire
I'll be right beside her
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
A lover and a fighter
Bonnie and Clyde reminder
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
Tangled in her messes
Wild eyes lookin' for a chase
There's nothing white lines can't erase
So I keep the engine running
She'll be my gasoline
She treats my heart like a stolen car
All the while she had the keys
Standing in the line of fire
I'll be standing right beside her
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
Miles were the only thing that saved us
Headlights were our only traces
No rearview mirror, no looking back
Desert horizon as our map
So I keep the engine running
She'll be my gasoline
She treats my heart like a stolen car
All the while she had the keys
Standing in the line of fire
I'll be right beside her
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
A lover and a fighter
Bonnie and Clyde reminder
I'm her getaway driver
Her getaway driver
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, ANDERSON EAST
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CYPMP
Vice
Sting of the needle dropping on a vinyl
Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak
33, 45, 78
When it hurts this good you gotta play it twice
Another vice
All dressed up in a pretty black label
Sweet salvation on a dining room table
Waiting on me
Where the numb meets the lonely
It's gone before it ever melts the ice
Another vice
Another call, another bed I shouldn't crawl out of
At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again
And I know I'll be back tomorrow night, oh
I'll wear a town like a leather jacket
When the new wears off, I don't even pack it
If you need me
I'll be where my reputation don't precede me
Maybe I'm addicted to goodbyes
Another vice
Another town, where my past can't run me down
Another life, another call, another bed I shouldn't crawl out of
At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again
And I know I'll be gone tomorrow night
Mmm, another vice
Standing at the sink not looking in the mirror
Don't know where I am or how I got here
Well the only thing that I know how to find
Is another vice
Mmm another vice
Yes, another vice
Ooh, another vice
Another vice
Another vice
Another vice
Neon singer with a jukebox title full of heartbreak
33, 45, 78
When it hurts this good you gotta play it twice
Another vice
All dressed up in a pretty black label
Sweet salvation on a dining room table
Waiting on me
Where the numb meets the lonely
It's gone before it ever melts the ice
Another vice
Another call, another bed I shouldn't crawl out of
At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again
And I know I'll be back tomorrow night, oh
I'll wear a town like a leather jacket
When the new wears off, I don't even pack it
If you need me
I'll be where my reputation don't precede me
Maybe I'm addicted to goodbyes
Another vice
Another town, where my past can't run me down
Another life, another call, another bed I shouldn't crawl out of
At 7 AM with shoes in my hand
Said I wouldn't do it, but I did it again
And I know I'll be gone tomorrow night
Mmm, another vice
Standing at the sink not looking in the mirror
Don't know where I am or how I got here
Well the only thing that I know how to find
Is another vice
Mmm another vice
Yes, another vice
Ooh, another vice
Another vice
Another vice
Another vice
Writer: Miranda Lambert, Shane McAnally, Josh Osborne
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Smoking Jacket
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a deeper pocket with money to burn
I want a man who knows his status
And he makes a habit of loving me 'til it hurts
He might be heavy on the pedal
But he knows how to take it slow
He might be quite continental
But he's sure gonna take me home, yes he is
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a car that's classic living bourgeoisie
I want a man who's heart is tragic
But he makes his magic every night on me
We go together just like nicotine and Chanel
And when he lights up I'm his Lucky Strike
Waiting for him to exhale
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a deeper pocket with money to burn
I want a man who knows his status
And he makes a habit of loving me 'til it hurts
I don't need a diamond
I like wearing his smoke rings
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And he lights his matches with kerosene
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a deeper pocket with money to burn
I want a man who knows his status
And he makes a habit of loving me 'til it hurts
He might be heavy on the pedal
But he knows how to take it slow
He might be quite continental
But he's sure gonna take me home, yes he is
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a car that's classic living bourgeoisie
I want a man who's heart is tragic
But he makes his magic every night on me
We go together just like nicotine and Chanel
And when he lights up I'm his Lucky Strike
Waiting for him to exhale
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And a deeper pocket with money to burn
I want a man who knows his status
And he makes a habit of loving me 'til it hurts
I don't need a diamond
I like wearing his smoke rings
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
And he lights his matches with kerosene
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
I want a man, I want a man
I want a man with a smoking jacket
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, LUCIE SILVAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, CYPMP
Pushin Time
Are we fools for rushin' in,
Cause I already dread the end.
Lonely ain't no place to start;
I guess that's just where we are.
Oh how I remember well
The sunset on September 12.
I disappeared to get a drink;
You still kept your eyes on me
Sometimes loves acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin time
I didn't plan on fallin' fast;
I didn't know I could be kissed like that.
No I'm tradin' miles for minutes.
This bed's too big without you in it.
Sometimes love acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time
You and I are pushin' time
And they say only time can tell,
You already know me well.
If it has to end in tears,
I hope that it's in sixty years.
Sometimes love acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time.
Cause I already dread the end.
Lonely ain't no place to start;
I guess that's just where we are.
Oh how I remember well
The sunset on September 12.
I disappeared to get a drink;
You still kept your eyes on me
Sometimes loves acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin time
I didn't plan on fallin' fast;
I didn't know I could be kissed like that.
No I'm tradin' miles for minutes.
This bed's too big without you in it.
Sometimes love acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time
You and I are pushin' time
And they say only time can tell,
You already know me well.
If it has to end in tears,
I hope that it's in sixty years.
Sometimes love acts out of spite,
And good things happen over night.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time.
Can't take it slow cause you and I are pushin' time.
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, FOY VANCE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, CYPMP
Covered Wagon
Get that lead out momma
Pack up everything we own
Smog's about to get me
And I've got a mind to roam
In my covered wagon
Honey down the road we go
On down the road we
On down the road we go
Got an itch to ramble
And I got no place to be
The people in the city
They ain't got no use for me
In my covered wagon
Momma down the road we go
On down the road we go
On down the road we go
Alright
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
On down the road we go
I'm headed for the country
Can't nothing keep me here
I feel so free and easy
Like a funky pioneer
In my covered wagon
Imma down the road we go
On down the road we go
In my covered wagon
Baby on down the road we go
On down the road we go
Down the road we go
On down the road we go
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
Honey down the road we go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
On down the road we go
Down the road I go
On down the road we go
Thats right
Pack up everything we own
Smog's about to get me
And I've got a mind to roam
In my covered wagon
Honey down the road we go
On down the road we
On down the road we go
Got an itch to ramble
And I got no place to be
The people in the city
They ain't got no use for me
In my covered wagon
Momma down the road we go
On down the road we go
On down the road we go
Alright
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
On down the road we go
I'm headed for the country
Can't nothing keep me here
I feel so free and easy
Like a funky pioneer
In my covered wagon
Imma down the road we go
On down the road we go
In my covered wagon
Baby on down the road we go
On down the road we go
Down the road we go
On down the road we go
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
Baby down the road we go
On down the road we go
Honey down the road we go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
Down the road I go
On down the road we go
Down the road I go
On down the road we go
Thats right
Writer: DANNY O'KEEFE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Use My Heart
I can throw a line but I can't reel it in
I can throw a dart but I can't make it stick
The thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I can write the line but I can't sing the song
I can call my momma but I won't go home
The thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I won't throw a punch but I will turn my cheek
I don't go to church no more but that's what I believe
I don't give two shits no more or so I say
It wouldn't make a difference to you anyway
That thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
Use my heart
I can throw a dart but I can't make it stick
The thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I can write the line but I can't sing the song
I can call my momma but I won't go home
The thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I won't throw a punch but I will turn my cheek
I don't go to church no more but that's what I believe
I don't give two shits no more or so I say
It wouldn't make a difference to you anyway
That thought of loving you just makes me sick
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
I don't have the nerve to use my heart
Use my heart
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, ASHLEY MONROE, WAYLON PAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Tin Man
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
You don't know how lucky you are
You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin'
For something bound to fall apart
Every time you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
If you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
You don't know how lucky you are
I've been on the road that you're on
It didn't get me very far
You ain't missing nothing
'Cause love is so damn hard
Take it from me, darling
You don't want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
I'm glad we talked this out
You can take mine if you want it
It's in pieces now
By the way there, Mr. Tin Man
If you don't mind the scars
You give me your armor
And you can have my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
You don't know how lucky you are
You shouldn't spend your whole life wishin'
For something bound to fall apart
Every time you're feeling empty
Better thank your lucky stars
If you ever felt one breaking
You'd never want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
You don't know how lucky you are
I've been on the road that you're on
It didn't get me very far
You ain't missing nothing
'Cause love is so damn hard
Take it from me, darling
You don't want a heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Hey there, Mr. Tin Man
I'm glad we talked this out
You can take mine if you want it
It's in pieces now
By the way there, Mr. Tin Man
If you don't mind the scars
You give me your armor
And you can have my heart
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Writer: Miranda Lambert, Jack Ingram, Jon Randall
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management
Good Ol Days
Oh southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you're the only one who can
The religious and the rest
They've all tried their best
Well I guess somethings you just don't understand
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on the roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern pine
Reaching for a sky
I'm convinced that I can fly beneath your shade
And it's all overdue
Spendin' time just me and you
Mmm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on a roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Yeah
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on a roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you're the only one who can
Knock me to my knees
I believe you're the only one who can
The religious and the rest
They've all tried their best
Well I guess somethings you just don't understand
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on the roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern pine
Reaching for a sky
I'm convinced that I can fly beneath your shade
And it's all overdue
Spendin' time just me and you
Mmm, the pulpit and pew where I was saved
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on a roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Yeah
Oh Lord when will the road run out
I'm on a roll but I'm in doubt
And I don't know why
But still I second guess my place
What I stand to lose for winning
To find the truth I'm willing
Start back at the beginning of the good ol' days
The good ol' days
Oh southern breeze
Knock me to my knees
I believe you're the only one who can
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, ADAM HOOD, BRENT COBB
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Things That Break
I was born a bull in a china cabinet
Drawn to the delicate like it's a magnet
Perfume bottles on a mirror tray
Tempered glass on a window pane
Timeless face on a pocket watch
Time is ticking
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Can't make a man a promise with the best of intentions
Or drive 200 miles on a rundown engine
Put a blanket underneath a hollow tree
When the wind blows hard it will fall on me
Stick around long enough and you will see
Time is ticking
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Me I don't ever wanna get to close
Or be held responsible
For all the pain that you receive
Somebody once broke me
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Drawn to the delicate like it's a magnet
Perfume bottles on a mirror tray
Tempered glass on a window pane
Timeless face on a pocket watch
Time is ticking
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Can't make a man a promise with the best of intentions
Or drive 200 miles on a rundown engine
Put a blanket underneath a hollow tree
When the wind blows hard it will fall on me
Stick around long enough and you will see
Time is ticking
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Me I don't ever wanna get to close
Or be held responsible
For all the pain that you receive
Somebody once broke me
I leave it all in ruins
Cause I don't know what I'm doing
I'm hard on things that matter
Hold a heart so tight it shatters
So I stay away from things that break
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, JESSI ALEXANDER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
For The Birds
I'm against the days
When skies stay bummer gray
And the cake taste just okay, okay
Well I guess I'm anti
Against the stuff that sucks
Life out of your soul and shuts it down
I'm against the thought
Letting good tomatoes rot
Being someone that you're not, when you're not
Well I guess I'm anti hate
Cause that ain't what it takes
It's love that makes this world go round
I'm for the sun
I'm for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I'm for the girls with curls and the curves
I'm for questions
I'm for freedom
I'm celebrating every season
For the bees, and trees, and the dirt
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
I'm against the notion
Of drinking with cheap potion
And causing big commotion
You know son
I guess I'm anti confrontation
I'd rather have a conversation
About nothing in particular at all
I'm against them feelings
The ones that get revealing
Slamming hearts right into ceiling, Ya feel me
And I guess I'm anti tears
I'd rather sip an ice cold beer
Listen to some country music until dawn
I'm for the sun
I'm for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I'm for the girls with the curls and the curves
I'm for questions
I'm for freedom
I'm celebrating every season
For the trees, and bees, and the dirt
Im for the feathers, I'm for wings, I'm for twiddle-le-de-de
For what it's worth, for what it's worth
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
Im for the birds
Twiddle-le-de-de
When skies stay bummer gray
And the cake taste just okay, okay
Well I guess I'm anti
Against the stuff that sucks
Life out of your soul and shuts it down
I'm against the thought
Letting good tomatoes rot
Being someone that you're not, when you're not
Well I guess I'm anti hate
Cause that ain't what it takes
It's love that makes this world go round
I'm for the sun
I'm for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I'm for the girls with curls and the curves
I'm for questions
I'm for freedom
I'm celebrating every season
For the bees, and trees, and the dirt
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
I'm against the notion
Of drinking with cheap potion
And causing big commotion
You know son
I guess I'm anti confrontation
I'd rather have a conversation
About nothing in particular at all
I'm against them feelings
The ones that get revealing
Slamming hearts right into ceiling, Ya feel me
And I guess I'm anti tears
I'd rather sip an ice cold beer
Listen to some country music until dawn
I'm for the sun
I'm for the breeze
Old dogs sleeping at your feet
I'm for the girls with the curls and the curves
I'm for questions
I'm for freedom
I'm celebrating every season
For the trees, and bees, and the dirt
Im for the feathers, I'm for wings, I'm for twiddle-le-de-de
For what it's worth, for what it's worth
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
Im for the birds, Im for the birds, Im for the birds
Im for the birds
Twiddle-le-de-de
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, AARON RAITIERE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Well-Rested
Well this moment is heavy
For me I'm not ready
Like a caged bird barely set free
Forgive me I'm finding my wings
While my body is present
My heart is absent
In my mind is racing
My feet are pacing
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
My gears are grinding
I'm leaving, you're arriving
It's a matter of timing
I guess loving ain't surviving
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
Don't waste your investment
If a heart ain't well-rested
My heart ain't well-rested
For me I'm not ready
Like a caged bird barely set free
Forgive me I'm finding my wings
While my body is present
My heart is absent
In my mind is racing
My feet are pacing
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
My gears are grinding
I'm leaving, you're arriving
It's a matter of timing
I guess loving ain't surviving
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
It's your tail you're chasing
It's your past I'm erasing
And a heart can't be tested
When it ain't well-rested
Don't waste your investment
If a heart ain't well-rested
My heart ain't well-rested
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, AARON RAITIERE, ANDERSON EAST
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Tomboy
Tomboy, Hail Mary
Never needs a dress to make her pretty
She's a killjoy, such a let down
Daddy tried to raise a southern belle
Well, he got a tomboy
Tomboy in between
Dirt in her nails and holes in her jeans
She'll destroy all your dreams
And ride out like a rodeo queen
Know what I mean
She's a tomboy
Tangled hair and bruises on her knees
She wears her scars outside her sleeves
Always has a way of saying 'no way'
Some people don't get her, but that's okay
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
Barfly, bad betty
Band of brothers that got her back
She's unlady like, like a scout fire
Got her own constellation in the zodiac
Well, who can say that
A tomboy
Tangled hair and bruises on her knees
She's hard to love and hard to please
Always has a way of saying 'no way'
Some people don't get her, but that's okay
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
She's got a softer side she'll never let you see
With tears in her eyes she'd rather be caught dead
Sweet contradiction with no gaurantees
She is what she is
You get what you get
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
Or go along with it boy
You got a tomboy
Never needs a dress to make her pretty
She's a killjoy, such a let down
Daddy tried to raise a southern belle
Well, he got a tomboy
Tomboy in between
Dirt in her nails and holes in her jeans
She'll destroy all your dreams
And ride out like a rodeo queen
Know what I mean
She's a tomboy
Tangled hair and bruises on her knees
She wears her scars outside her sleeves
Always has a way of saying 'no way'
Some people don't get her, but that's okay
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
Barfly, bad betty
Band of brothers that got her back
She's unlady like, like a scout fire
Got her own constellation in the zodiac
Well, who can say that
A tomboy
Tangled hair and bruises on her knees
She's hard to love and hard to please
Always has a way of saying 'no way'
Some people don't get her, but that's okay
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
She's got a softer side she'll never let you see
With tears in her eyes she'd rather be caught dead
Sweet contradiction with no gaurantees
She is what she is
You get what you get
Move along boy
She's a tomboy
Or go along with it boy
You got a tomboy
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, AARON RAITIERE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
To Learn Her
To love her
Is to learn her
And see her at her worst
Dance with her when she's drinking
Hold her when she hurts
She'll be happy, you'll be sorry
Well, that's just how it works
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
You'll meet her momma
You'll love her daddy
You'll know how much she's worth
You'll have thanksgiving dinners
And sunday morning church
You'll be true and you'll be tride
But the tables always turn
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
It's a lesson
It's a blessing
You don't know everything
If you take her
You might hate her
And be left with just a ray
To love her is to lose her
Hey, that's just how it works
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
Oh, to love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
Is to learn her
And see her at her worst
Dance with her when she's drinking
Hold her when she hurts
She'll be happy, you'll be sorry
Well, that's just how it works
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
You'll meet her momma
You'll love her daddy
You'll know how much she's worth
You'll have thanksgiving dinners
And sunday morning church
You'll be true and you'll be tride
But the tables always turn
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
It's a lesson
It's a blessing
You don't know everything
If you take her
You might hate her
And be left with just a ray
To love her is to lose her
Hey, that's just how it works
To love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
Oh, to love her is to learn her
Some things you just can't learn
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, ASHLEY MONROE, WAYLON PAYNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Keeper Of The Flame
I'm walking in their footsteps
I'm singing their old songs
Somebody blazed this trail
I'm treadin' on
I'm bent, but I'm not broken
I'm stronger than I feel
I'm made of flesh and bone
Not made of steel
I'm the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
I've been burned out to ashes
Waiting for a wind
To carry me and start a fire again
Sometimes I'm just a flicker
A candle in your eye
But I swear to God
I'll never let it die
I'm the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
When I'm drowning
When I'm fighting
When I'm screaming
When I'm hiding
When I'm losing
When I'm winning
I go back to
The beginning
Keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
I'm not doing it for the glory
But for those little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
I'm the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh
I'm the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh
I'm singing their old songs
Somebody blazed this trail
I'm treadin' on
I'm bent, but I'm not broken
I'm stronger than I feel
I'm made of flesh and bone
Not made of steel
I'm the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
I've been burned out to ashes
Waiting for a wind
To carry me and start a fire again
Sometimes I'm just a flicker
A candle in your eye
But I swear to God
I'll never let it die
I'm the keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
For the ones that came before me
For the little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
When I'm drowning
When I'm fighting
When I'm screaming
When I'm hiding
When I'm losing
When I'm winning
I go back to
The beginning
Keeper of the flame
The teller of the story
Keeper of the flame
I'm not doing it for the glory
But for those little pilot lights waiting to ignite
Like fireflies in the rain
Keeper of the flame
I'm the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh
I'm the keeper of the flame
Ooooh, oooh
Writer: NATALIE HEMBY, MIRANDA LAMBERT, LIZ ROSE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Bad Boy
Saturday's gonna keep you up all night
'Cause Sunday morning ain't your style
It's been a while since I've seen the sun rise
I'm not sure how you make a living
You can buy me one of whatever you're drinking
I'm thinking my mama warned me about your kind
Sure, you can light my cigarette
Don't think you can light my heart
Don't think I haven't figured you out from the start
Giving in to bad boys like you never got me very far
It's trouble now, baby drink it down
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy for you
The more I hear your silence speak
The more my curiosity peaks
The more I don't wanna leave this bar alone
The whisky's making me wonder why
You wear your hat down low, but your walls are high
How long you gonna hide behind them walls of stone?
Sure, you can buy me one more round
Don't think you can buy my heart
Don't think I haven't figured you out from the start
Giving in to bad boys like you never got me very far
It's trouble now, baby drink it down
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy, bad boy, for you
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy, bad boy
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, bad boy
'Cause Sunday morning ain't your style
It's been a while since I've seen the sun rise
I'm not sure how you make a living
You can buy me one of whatever you're drinking
I'm thinking my mama warned me about your kind
Sure, you can light my cigarette
Don't think you can light my heart
Don't think I haven't figured you out from the start
Giving in to bad boys like you never got me very far
It's trouble now, baby drink it down
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy for you
The more I hear your silence speak
The more my curiosity peaks
The more I don't wanna leave this bar alone
The whisky's making me wonder why
You wear your hat down low, but your walls are high
How long you gonna hide behind them walls of stone?
Sure, you can buy me one more round
Don't think you can buy my heart
Don't think I haven't figured you out from the start
Giving in to bad boys like you never got me very far
It's trouble now, baby drink it down
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy, bad boy, for you
You should have seen it coming
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, for you
Bad boy, maybe it's a bad choice
I've got it bad boy, bad boy
Bad boy, driving me mad boy
I've got it bad boy, bad boy
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, MANDO SAENZ
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Six Degrees Of Separation
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can't seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain't moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I'll be damned, he started playing our song
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
But I'm out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I've been here before
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
I'm out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation
Well, it's six degrees of separation
Yeah, it's six degrees of separation
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Stuck it in the back pocket of these jeans
Worn in boyfriend button down Levis
In the saints town I can't seem to figure out
How to get around, but I ain't moving on
Threw the quarter in an old street case
And I'll be damned, he started playing our song
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
But I'm out of your reach geographically
But you still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation
Hailed a cab up in NYC
Saw an ad for a litigation lawyer on a bus stop bench
Sitting waiting for the red light to turn green
Smoke-breakers flirting on the steps of Merrill Lynch
Hit the Roosevelt, took it to the 12th
Got a funny feeling as I put my key in the door
Never seen the likes of these city lofts
I swear to god, son I've been here before
Six degrees of separation
You're all over this damn nation
I'm out of your reach geographically
You still find a way to get a hold on me
And it's six degrees of separation
Well, it's six degrees of separation
Yeah, it's six degrees of separation
Thought that I was safe down in New Orleans
'Til I picked up a quarter from 1979
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, NATALIE HEMBY, NICOLLE GALYON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., CYPMP
Dear Old Sun
Dear old sun
How you holding up
Through the winter cold
Up there all alone
February's been hard on a heart
But we're near the end
And it's almost March
Though the skys been grey
And in our way I still see your light
Well, you melt the snow
And you grow the roses
And you dry the tears
And you freckle noses
Our little world
Revolves around
You coming up and going down
(Oh oh oh)
Dear old sun
Lets call it a day
And I watch you set
I'll let you rest
But wait for you
At mornings due
Till I see your light
(Oh oh oh)
I still see your light
I still see your light
Heaven shining down tonight
I still see your light
I still see your light
I still see your light
Heaven shining down tonight
I still see your light
Oh Oh Oh
How you holding up
Through the winter cold
Up there all alone
February's been hard on a heart
But we're near the end
And it's almost March
Though the skys been grey
And in our way I still see your light
Well, you melt the snow
And you grow the roses
And you dry the tears
And you freckle noses
Our little world
Revolves around
You coming up and going down
(Oh oh oh)
Dear old sun
Lets call it a day
And I watch you set
I'll let you rest
But wait for you
At mornings due
Till I see your light
(Oh oh oh)
I still see your light
I still see your light
Heaven shining down tonight
I still see your light
I still see your light
I still see your light
Heaven shining down tonight
I still see your light
Oh Oh Oh
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, TERRI JO BOX, GWEN SEBASTIAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Hipgnosis Songs Group
Ive Got Wheels
Sometimes these wheels
Get a little heavy
I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
I can't count time
I can't count money
But I've been counting every mile for a month on sunday
Whatever road, however long
I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
Sometimes these wheels
Get a little heavy
And I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
And when I find a place to live
I'll stay just long enough to catch my breath
This life with you will keep me strong
Damn these wheels
I'm rolling on
Sometimes these wheels
Get a little heavy
And I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
Get a little heavy
I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
I can't count time
I can't count money
But I've been counting every mile for a month on sunday
Whatever road, however long
I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
Sometimes these wheels
Get a little heavy
And I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
And when I find a place to live
I'll stay just long enough to catch my breath
This life with you will keep me strong
Damn these wheels
I'm rolling on
Sometimes these wheels
Get a little heavy
And I can't stay between the lines but I'm rocking steady
When I can't fly, I start to fall
But I've got wheels
I'm rolling on
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
I've got wheels
Writer: MIRANDA LAMBERT, GWEN SEBASTIAN, SCOTTY WRAY
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
The Weight of These Wings is the sixth studio album by American country music artist Miranda Lambert. It was released on November 18, 2016, via RCA Records Nashville. The album consists of two discs, with Disc 1 titled The Nerve, and Disc 2 titled The Heart. The album debuted at No. 1 on the Billboard Country Albums chart and No. 3 on the all-genre US Billboard 200 chart, and has been certified Platinum by the Recording Industry Association of America (RIAA).
In addition to winning Album of the Year at the 2017 ACM Awards, it is considered by several music publications as one of the best albums of the year. In 2020, the album was ranked at 480 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.
Performed By:
Miranda LambertIn addition to winning Album of the Year at the 2017 ACM Awards, it is considered by several music publications as one of the best albums of the year. In 2020, the album was ranked at 480 on Rolling Stone's 500 Greatest Albums of All Time list.
Genre(s): Alternative country
Producer(s): Frank Liddell, Eric Masse, Glenn Worf
Length: 94:01
Released: November 18th, 2016
Year: 2016