“Look out liver baby here I come” said the liquor, as it grabbed me by the fingers and the thumb
Poured itself in my mouth burned me all the way down
I was too busy didn’t notice the assault now I’m all wrecked up and it aint my fault
I got a show to do. Kind of liking this déjà vu.
With a Freckled Beaver and a Jazz Cigarette head full of ideas no room for regret
Take the Uncle off of my name and relax in the bus roof’s shade
The crowd was so crazy man do they like to sing and they all know the words with this internet thing
Some nights I even get paid who’s to say I aint got it made
When I forget the song in my heart my friends help me remember the words
With a little help from my friends I’ll turn this empty room into a scene
With a little help from my friends give me the people’s key and I’ll show you what I mean
With this beat-up old guitar and feet for us to stomp
and a floor that resonates the very soul that we all got
there aint nothing in this world that could ever make us stop
with a little help from my friends
Repeat
help from my friends
Nothing dawns on you like a dawn
Nothing tell you you were wrong
Like the morning sun shining in on a head full of booze
Nothing hurts more than the sound
of everyone else up and around
heading out to win while you lie here and lose
This life is so heavy, god damn is it ever
But she carries it on her shoulders and always delivers
And I’d give you all my old Band records if you could take a little weight off of Fannie
Cause she tries so hard, she tries so hard
Chorus
So come on, come on girl smile for me
Light up a room like I’ve seen you do
Come on, come on girl smile for me
Light up a room like I’ve seen you do
So many times before
Girl, life is way too short
So if this is the rat race, why do I still feel so human?
I always thought when I got this age, I’d just somehow know what I was doin
And I give you all my old good memories to guarantee that these three have good ones
Cause I try so hard, I try so hard
Chorus
The lights come up, the bartender yells
And these neon masks we’re wearing slowly begin to melt
And I see you in the corner fumbling with your keys You don’t know me, but I said maybe, you and I should get some sleep
in my truck. Don’t get me wrong
I got a front seat and a back seat and I’ll stay where I belong
I just don’t think you should trade jailhouse crocs for those pretty shoes And your face is way too perfect for the morning news
Chorus
If we’re both so bent out of shape
Maybe we can twist around each other and make it look like we are straight
If I hold you up, will you hold me down?
And we could stand right here together when the pain comes back around.
We’ll laugh it down
The sun came up the truck got hot And we opened up our eyes to see an empty parking lot
I said “grease?” you said “why not” And we hit the local diner to treat our hangovers with slop
And we laughed, fell in love, almost forgot that we were broke Then we helped each other sneak out of the bathroom window
We tore out of that place and when I ground through the gears You slid over next to me
and you’ve been riding there for years
Chorus
There’s more than one way sleeping off a drunk can save your life
Cause she saved mine that night
Now the years they’ve ravaged on
And I worry about what life will be like when one of us is gone
So I treat each day I have with you like it is a gift
Twisted, straight, or bent I’d never trade this life we lived
Woke up early in the afternoon
Not sure what city but it’s cold as a tomb
Through the rain on the windshield the wipers curl
It ain’t a lot of water but it’s drowning my world
Oh God I don’t know how I’ll ever keep this dirty van on the road
Do I still got a reason to go home
“Oh my dear, I think it’s time to go”
Said the woman that I love above a puddle on the floor
I don’t know why I’m crying I’ve spilt milk many times
It aint a lot of water but it changing my life
Oh God I don’t know how I’ll ever keep this speeding van on the road
Now i got a reason to go home
Alone on a front porch she waits for me
But I stuck on a roadside in Tennessee
A tear in the eyes of a pretty little girl
It aint a lot of water but it’s drowning my world
Oh God I don’t know how I’ll ever keep this broken van on the road
Hope I still got a reason to go home
OSB is all that I could afford
She said “whoa is me I think it looks worse than it did before”
Then I kiss her lips and she smiles
And like so many times before we fall into a pile
Chorus
And we love our way through this
No matter what it is I know we’ll get through it
When we love our way through this
All we need is trust things work out for us
LSD found left over in a drawer
She said “Whoa is me I don’t think we’re in college anymore”
Then I take her hand and we start
Finding new ways to make each other see the stars
Chorus
DVD of our wedding day
She said “whoa is me I just can’t get this thing to play”
I hold her and look into her eyes
And say I don’t need no f-in tape to remember that night
Chorus
I put on my black jacket, and we walked down to the grave we celebrated the thin line between stupid and brave
and the sun beat down so hot that day on a hundred broken souls.
I put on my black jacket but I'm still cold.
She said "Ben I've always loved you and I guess I always will.
We're changing and there's places in my heart you just can't fill."
She promises to stay in touch and whispers "you're a good man"
well I whispered just not good enough for you, I guess
you don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
You don't get to say NOT ME
You just get to say NOT YET
Your time is coming, it's just the way life is. You don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
Yeah I loosen my black jacket as we walk into the bar
and we talk about the good times and redress our open scars
and the whiskey and the old songs might keep me warm tonight
and I'll hang up my black jacket, till the next time.
you don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
You don't get to say NOT ME
You just get to say NOT YET
Your time is coming, it's just the way life is. You don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
you don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
You don't get to say NOT ME
You just get to say NOT YET
Your time is coming, it's just the way life is. You don't get what you deserve, you just get what you get.
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