Paid us cash to keep them drunks drinkin’ Sent us home on the road with the same crowd I prayed I might have saved some soul from strayin’ As we saw Jesus’ headlights barrelin’ down But we dodged it that big old truck of lumber Found a diner an all-nighter it was tough and warm The waitress smiled a midnight smile said take off your coat and stay a while The receipt read “one dollar...dream loud”
Chorus: If I could live that night over On that cold lonesome shoulder Hallelujah There’d be a cliche' on the line I’m just a young punk with old junk I’m laid back and star struck But my best work will never be done
Learned my lesson ‘bout drinkin’ in Austin And hoppin’ my drunk hide on stage We were at Antone’s man we were the opening act I’d probably still feel bad about that If that “Texas Country” headliner hadn’t been Nashville in disguise
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They fed me well when we played in Corpus Christi But Ingram, Texas has evicted me twice I used play at Captain Jax Until a bounty went out to kick my ass Some guy named Gator jumped out and he cashed in
Chorus 2: If I could live that night over On that cold lonesome shoulder Hallelujah Chase the cliche's down the line I’m just a young punk with old junk A Lost Train I’m starstruck But my best work will never be doneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
