There's nothin' easy about a Sunday In this church pew with my family The small town where I was raised Lookin' back on, all the sins of my ways And there's nothin' easy about a Sunday
There's somethin' lonely about this barstool With this guitar playing for a crowd but none of them are you When I'm thinkin' about all the hell I put you through And there's somethin' lonely about this barstool
And I can't make the words to what I tell you right Livin' my life one glass at a time As much as I'd like to sing a song that just might make you miss me I can't write a love song drinkin' whiskey
There's something missin', from the old days When my grandpa worked his fingers to the bone pickin' cotton and haulin' hay All I can imagine is a song that I can play And there's somethin' missin' from the old days
There's nothin' sober about me these days In our bedroom with this guitar and that black label's took your place And it don't burn me, no I've even started to like the taste There's nothin' sober about me these days
And I can't make the words to what I tell you right Livin' my life one glass at a time As much as I'd like to sing a song that just might make you miss me I can't write a love song drinkin' whiskey Drinkin' whiskeyTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
