He was on the telephone Calling all the shots A swagger in his step And I was kickin' rocks Burnin' through my last bent Marlboro Red Chewin' on my nails between every drag A man oughta learn From mistakes he's made But some habits are hard to break
Ridin' shotgun, went to meet his man Got a bit chippy and we hit a few snags But they got theirs And I got mine Now I gotta flip it faster Than a Tyson fight Got a long-legged darlin' With lavish taste— Some habits are hard to break
Some habits are hard to break Some dark-eyed women Are eight-ball cocaine
Tremor in my hands Pistol on the seat The walls are comin' down, man I can feel the heat All the badges and the bankers And the fire in her eyes The way her cotton dress Lay gently on her thighs Got the getaway hummin' Like a Santa Fe freight— Some habits are hard to break
Some habits are hard to break Some dark-eyed women Are eight-ball cocaine
Went off the rails Got a new set of clothes Couldn't keep up With my Little Miss Jones Withdrawal's comin' on And I keep gettin' lighter On plates of cold turkey And sides of barbed wire They took away my Colt But my hands still shake— Some habits are hard to breakTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
