Keith Whitley
Keith Whitley - Hard Livin' songtekst
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Well, you can call out the sheriff and the highway patrol Cause there's a fool on the road careenin' out of control Hard liquor fast women I just can't let 'em be Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me. Well, I keep my motor runnin' got my beer on the ice And my idea of heaven is a pair of dice Seven come on eight set this poor boy free Lord, I wish hard livin' didn't come so easy for me. Bright lights Saturday night I had a couple and I'm feeling alright My cupcake she can wiggle and shake Spend more money than anybody make. So give me a shot of that octane juice You know where ain't no cure for the honky tonk blues And if they come up with somethin' I'll develop an immunity And I wish hard livin' didn't come easy for me. --- Instrumental --- Out on the town just a foolin' around Hey, I got my mind on the lost and found Step up no need to be shy All right pretty women you got the ticket to ride. When my tires are flat and I'm out of gas I promise myself I'll let the next one pass Lord, I wish that a promise didn't break so easily And I wish hard livin' didn't come easy for me. Hey, I wish hard livin' didn't come easy for me...