Fake my death Make up a reason to call it all off I'm calling off of your clock We've got a love too sick to work here anymore In the summer when the garden died You were growing your answers one at a time I'm still working on mine I'm a few good rains away from Shangri-La
I'm gone first thing tomorrow Lips on the upcountry lemonade I'm on an 80-somethin' Honda I'm gone first thing forever Alright, alright
Hold my hair I'm throwing up gravel and a stomach of surrender Columbine brushing the fender With my shorts still wet from jumping off the dock Baby, I don't want to meet my end Running a half in and a half out gamble I wanna rest and I wanna ramble Find a love like a country moon to keep me in my lane
I'm gone first thing tomorrow Lips on the upcountry lemonade I'm on an 80-somethin' Honda I'm gone, gone, gone forever Alright, alright
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