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Gary Allan

Well this town has closed down Way too early and there's nothing to do So I'm driving around in circles And I'm thinking about you Today I heard you

Well, a Gypsy lady once told me 'Son you got the kind of soul that's got to be free It ain't what you want, it's just what you need And like a black bird

It's hard describing a heartache All because it's a one of a kind of thing A serious injury, and a whole lot of endless pain If it was a storm, I'd compare

Well I won't make you tell me What I've come to understand You're a certain kind of woman I'm a different kind of man I've tried to make you love me

Well I never once, backed down from a punch Well I'd take it square on the chin And I found out fast a bully's just that And you've got to stand up to

I stepped out into the blue Felt the wind hit my face Before my shoot opened I felt my heart race I was fallin Oh that's just fallin Off the coast of

You're throwin' around a lot of serious accusations Ain't too hard to tell what you're insinuatin' You think I'm the one who stole her away And if not

I've got a quarter in my pocket won't you tell me what I should do? Should I put it in the phone so I can come crawling home to you Or should I put it

We walk, we fly We stay sober, we get high We sleep all day, stay up all night Right or wrong, we live our lives We work, we play We leave and we stay