It's getting late and she's in bed. And all she ever said was get to Atlanta. The summer's coming and I'm heading home. So I hung up the phone and looked
the only tailgates I see down are loading smack and crack cocaine For a long haul, up the West Coast in this longfall My girl loved the price of fame, I lost
Chorus: I watch the sunset falling down I hear the voices coming through this overcrowded town And yes, I know that time it flies by so fast You better
I woke up on The Battery on a Charleston Friday night With my dirt-stained Corduroys and Balances crumpled up by my side I said goodbye to my company
I'm not asking you to understand. All that I do that's just the way I am. But all I want is to be your man. Just let me be your....your bad habit. Just
