You ever heard the story of Mr. Faded Glory?

Say he who rides a pony must someday fall

I been talkin' to my alter

Life is what you make it

And if you make it death well then rest your soul away

Away away yeah child

It's a broken kind of feeling

She'd have to tie me to the ceiling

A bad moon's a comin' better say your prayers

I wanna tell her that I love her

But does it really matter?

I just can't stand to see you dragging down

Again



So I'm singing

This is my kinda love It's the kind that moves on

IT'S THE KIND THAT LEAVES ME ALONE

Yes it does



I uses to treat you like a lady

Now you're a substitute teacher

This bottle's not a pretty, not a pretty sight

I owe the man some money so I'm turnin over honey

You see Mr. Faded Glory is once again doin' time



This is my kinda love

It's the kind that moves on

ITS THE KIND THAT LEAVES ME ALONE

Yes it does

Like a crown of thorns it's all who you know

So don't burn your bridges woman cause someday, yeah



Kick it!



Baby i said com' on, com' on, com' on, com' on yeah I said baby don't burn your bridges woman