Rolling like a freight train through the night I can't get your scent above my skin I'm a loser girl, I'm a little short on site I wish I knew just how to treat you right!
Oh I need some medicine I feel your body next to him Locked like lovers in the night I better prepare for another hard drinking night! What would whiskey do? You wont make things right!
Well, I better get my gun Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become?
I sure would like to think it ain't my fault How could I blame anybody else? I'm a fuck-up girl, that's how I live my life I wish I knew just how to treat you right!
Walk along the avenues Theres no drinking way these blues This is how's life's wrecking balls Can't control myself for what I say or what I do Shall I end it all? Well, it won't bring me back to You!
Well, I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become?
Oo oo! Oo oo!
Train's rolling off the tracks!
Oo oo! Oo oo!
Anything to get you back!
Rolling like a freight train through the night! I can't get your scent above my skin! Well I better get my gun! Is that how the west was won? Is that just what I've become?
Oo oo! Oo oo!
Train's rolling off the tracks!
Oo oo! Oo oo!
Anything to get you back!
Compositor: Jacob Aaron Smith (The White Buffalo) (ASCAP)Editores: Kohaw Music Inc (ASCAP), Ruminating Music (ASCAP), The White Buffalo International (ASCAP)ECAD verificado obra #6034436 em 19/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM