There´s trouble where I´m going But I´m gonna go there anyway I hate Sunday mornings ´Cause they always seem to start this way I´m looking for a lighter
I already bought the cigarettes Guess I picked me up a habit On my way out of Lafayette Eastbound and down I turn it up ´cause that´s sure how I feel My mind is racing through the pines My hands are shaky on the steering wheel I´m going North on 59 but I know good and well I´m headed South ´Cause me and Birmingham Don´t have a history of working out
What I lost in Louisiana I found back in Alabama But nobody ever taught me how to stay It ain´t love that I´m chasing But I´m running just in case
I ain´t unpacked my suitcase Since the day that I turned twenty one It´s been a long ten years since then It´s getting kinda cumbersome The first one and the last one And the one that´s got my name in ink The smoker and the fighter And the one in every song I sing
What I lost in Lubbock, Texas I looked for in all the rest But I guess no one ever taught me how to stay It ain´t love that I´m chasing But I´m running just in case
I carry them around with me I don´t mind having scars Happiness ain´t prison
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