Text: Sawyer Brown. A Different Tune.

I need a harder heart to take the place
Of this one you brake in two
Man I could use a new guitar
To play a different tune

Your trail is hot man, it's still smokin'
You're gone for good, baby I ain't dumb
I knew that you were tired of hearin'
The same ole song I sung

You packed up your magazine
The one that tells you what to do
I'm not the kind of man you need
To make your dreams come true

I need to find a faster car
To give you a little more room
I need a longer lariat
To lasso you the moon

I need a harder heart to take the place
Of this one you brake in two
Man I could use a new guitar
To play a different tune

Babe was I that ripe for the pickin'
You set your sights like a loaded gun
The bullet hit but it ain't stickin'

It's hard to shoot when you're on the run
I'm the one you set your sights for
But not the one you're gonna keep
You go out running after midnight walkin' in my sleep

I need to find a faster car
To give you a little more room
I need a longer lariat
To lasso you the moon

I need a harder heart to take the place
Of this one you brake in two
Man I could use a new guitar
To play a different tune

I need a harder heart to take the place
Of this one you brake in two
Man I could use a new guitar
To play a different tune

Man I could use a new guitar
To play a different tune