Текст: Ryan Bingham. Mescalito. Ever Wonder Why.
If you ever see me walking down the side of the road
Would you ever stop and wonder why?
Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost?
Stop and give a poor boy a ride and forget my past
If I ever get home I'm never gonna worry
The things that I could've done
'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better
But now it don't matter none, I've raised my glass
'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch
I dropped it and broke her heart
I drove off a cliff and I barely missed
Walkin' with her in the park, just a selfish boy
But I have not forgot that the food in the pot
Ain't cookin' for a boy like me
I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley
Looking for a bone to eat, starving to death
Well, everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle
Your payment on your house is late
If I ever have a problem like it, I guess I'll be in pretty good shape
You can kiss my ass goodbye
When I feel the wind blow, I see a ghost in the road
And headlights are a beautiful sight
And out in the desert, I could sit on up in heaven
And the sun keeps settin' for miles
And here comes another song
Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper
I scribble on down the lines
And what you're hearin' now is something I found
Hidin' way down inside the cellar of my heart
And I hope everybody had a real good time
I hope I didn't bring you down
These ain't sad songs, don't take 'em wrong
I haven't been home in a while, I'll see you all around
Would you ever stop and wonder why?
Would you think it's lost that I paid the cost?
Stop and give a poor boy a ride and forget my past
If I ever get home I'm never gonna worry
The things that I could've done
'Cause I've done a lot of things I could've done better
But now it don't matter none, I've raised my glass
'Cause I fell in love and then lost touch
I dropped it and broke her heart
I drove off a cliff and I barely missed
Walkin' with her in the park, just a selfish boy
But I have not forgot that the food in the pot
Ain't cookin' for a boy like me
I been fightin' all night with the dogs in the alley
Looking for a bone to eat, starving to death
Well, everybody's troubled with your hustle and your bustle
Your payment on your house is late
If I ever have a problem like it, I guess I'll be in pretty good shape
You can kiss my ass goodbye
When I feel the wind blow, I see a ghost in the road
And headlights are a beautiful sight
And out in the desert, I could sit on up in heaven
And the sun keeps settin' for miles
And here comes another song
Then I take a pen and a little piece of paper
I scribble on down the lines
And what you're hearin' now is something I found
Hidin' way down inside the cellar of my heart
And I hope everybody had a real good time
I hope I didn't bring you down
These ain't sad songs, don't take 'em wrong
I haven't been home in a while, I'll see you all around
Dead Horses
Ryan Bingham