From the recording I Just Cannot Be This Age

Lyrics

VERSE
It was dark-thirty when I got home
I know she knows where I’ve been
My heart’s as heavy as a sack full of stones
Yeah, babe, I’m as guilty as sin

FIRST PRE-CHORUS
I just couldn’t quite make it home from work
I know you prob’ly think I’m a class-A jerk, mmm

FIRST CHORUS
Now I’m prone to hard livin,’ ooh, harder liquor
I can see how that gives you the wedding-bell jitters
From where you sit, I guess the truth is bitter
But I just gotta be my kind of shit kicker
So, for me, it’s hard livin,’ ooh, harder liquor

VERSE
Next mornin’ she was gone for good
Can’t say I blame her at all
’Cause when I look real close at what’s under my hood
It looks like a barroom brawl

SECOND PRE-CHORUS
Guess I’ll never quite make it home from work
Sometimes I think I was abandoned at birth, mmm

SECOND CHORUS
Now I’m prone to hard livin,’ ooh, harder liquor
I can see how that gave her the wedding-bell jitters
From where she sat, I guess the truth was bitter
But I just gotta be my kind of shit kicker
So, for me, it’s hard livin,’ ooh, harder liquor

BRIDGE
Some folks’ve had everything soft and sweet
But I learned to live and love in my backseat, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

RIDE

Repeat SECOND CHORUS

TAG
Hard livin,’ harder liquor might as well be my middle name

Words & Music by Don Tomlinson
UMC & SR © 2019 Edie C Life Music (BMI)
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Mood: Personality reveal; Indulgent; Lost love
Key: E / BPM: 120 / Length: 3:39
ISRC: QZ37R1900248
BMI: 24040271
ISWC: T9210556620