One out of two ain't gonna make it Those are the odds these days And in a world of statistics He's left tryin' to survive 'Til every other Friday at five
me Believe me leave well enough alone So just go ahead and say goodbye But don't lie Well I've seen all his letters in the closet I've caught a trace
Go ahead and tell me That you never really loved me, baby Go ahead and tell me That the things I do have always made you crazy Don't worry, darling Don
more You keep me comin' back for more more and more and more You keep me comin' back for more Give me, give me, give me some more I'm coming back for more
Darlin', here's a photograph of my old high school class No, I ain't been back in quite a while See there, that's Emma Lou, the one I gave my heart to
I am grounded but I have wings to fly I just don't use them, I just look up in the sky And keep 'em hidden, bound up in a coat and tie Till the world
I've seen mornings when a thousand bales of hay Looked like a mountain to a boy in my age And I've seen my daddy in that hot southern sun Move those mountains
takes me back but you I've called you up, I've begged and pleaded Left love letters at your door Though I broke your heart you gotta believe It hurt me even more
You see that boy standing there by the dance floor He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle And an empty Copenhagen
He lost his job that mornin' Stopped off and bought a fifth of pride A reality eraser, a little taste To help face her that night He broke his same old
You say his memory is a habit that won't let you go I'll help you kick it If you're looking for a ride on a real smooth road I'm your ticket If you're
Is this wrong or is this real Should I deny the way I feel Every time I get close to you Feels like I'm doin' somethin' I'm not supposed to Can I want
for more Too strong to resist I don't know when to quit Like a kid in a candy store You keep me comin' back for more You keep me comin' back for more
Prijevod: Trace Adkins. Više.
See that boy standing there by the dance floor He's lookin' like the Marlboro Man Starched shirt, starched jeans, big trophy buckle And an empty Copenhagen
One out of two ain't gonna make it Those are the odds these days And in a world of statistics He's left tryin' to survive 'Til every other Friday at
everything takes me back but you I've called you up I've begged and pleaded left love letters at your door Though I broke your heart you gotta believe it hurt me even more
