Lyrics:
lipstick
Painted on the end of a lit cigarette
And I loved you girl, yeah, I loved you girl
And if I put it back on, I'm sixteen sittin next to you
Down by
the only thing cuz I'm not around to be around
I'm beating and battered
Hell if my dreams get shattered then
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
Bring it
wind calls
By and by, again, the morning sun will rise
But the darkness never goes from some men's eyes
(Well I know)
It strolls the sidewalk and it
If the game is lost then we're all the same
No one left to place or take the blame.
We will leave this place an empty stone
Or this shinning ball
Gotta do what I gotta do
Yeah
Uh, all my exes live in Texas like I'm George Strait
Or they go to Georgia State where, tuition is handled
By
Mars
When words are weaved, pictures are painted
Like Navajo Rugs or woven blankets
As I bob and weave between stars
Learn and dream between Mars
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any
Said she could get killed if she told me what she knew
About dignity
I went down where the vultures feed
I would've got deeper, but there wasn't any
jokes
Stop forwarding that crap to me
Well I don't need tons of cringe inducing puns
Stop forwarding that crap to me
No it isn't OK if you brighten
like you ain't took a bath with your cousins
Fit three in the bed if it's six of y'all
I'm talkin' 'bout three by the head and three by the leg
But
a canvas from a bag there by his side
Picked up a brush and said to me
"Son, just where in this picture would you like to be?"
I said, "If there's any
Armstrong.
Saint's marched right in from my Close and Play.
When I was a kid
I had a little picture
And I looked at that picture
All the time.
Painted by
many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearin' nothin' but a smile and a towel
In the picture on the billboard in the field near the big
the only thing 'cause I'm not around to be around
I'm beaten and battered, hell if my dreams get shattered then
Pain gives me the right to be unkind
slow my jimmy down to twenty, that's how many wrecks I see there every day
Caused by the girl wearing nothing but a smile
And a towel in the picture
Doc should have had a funeral
Fine enough for a king
It's a ghastly joke that our town was broke
And no one could give a thing
'Cept Jones
George Strait and George Jones.
Yeah I'd like to thank, them good ole boys
For the difference they made in my life.
That girl that I danced with, that I
nigga
Mona Lisa, I done painted the picture
Mo-mona Lisa, out the frame on these niggas
Pussy got you out of character, nigga
You fall for these hoes
'Cuz I'm leaving
Mr. Jones County
He's as Stuck on these roads
As the painted white lines
I'm flying by
Mr. Jones County
And that crown he wears
Is only
And throw down a cold one or two
There's a jukebox that's full of records
By Willie, Haggard and Jones
There's a picture of Elvis and ol' John Wayne
Laying around like I'm George jones
Oh yeah I reach Ben listening to records and we fled
Misdemeaning license plate to take us away
Oh yeah we're
We ride we ride 22s or betta'
We we ride we ride 22s or betta'
I swang on em swang on em [Repeat x2]
Now if I catch you at the light (i swang
heartbeats props)
Seems like you wondered each day if the Underground
Is going to stay down with the funky beats
Even if you know that I'm a junkie for
Don't lift the arm
Sunday in the park with George
Bustle high, please
Not even a nod
As if I were trees
The ground could open
He would still
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