Bought an old tux coat at the vintage store* Had a few holes in it from the man before You wore a champagne dress Bought it at Target cause it cost less Rented an old house with spiral stairs Watched you walk down them with flowers in your hair Four months ago, I didn’t know your name But I guess even as strangers we rattled the cage There’s a few folks whisperin’ The billboards say what they won’t We didn’t ask your permission I won’t wear your bible belt Our baby boy was born late that year Our past caught up with us and caused a few tears But I loved you like a hard rain I just want to see you shed those chains Everyone’s tellin’ us, “You better know His name.” Every blind man needs his cane Yours are not my traditions I cannot cure your regrets We didn’t ask your permission And I won’t wear your bible beltTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
