Country Singer

Run my rich friends through the ringer

In a past life I was a country singer

I got dreams, I can't control that

But I don't wanna end in a cold bath

Stop, drop impossible

You don't need it

I wanna run through the gates with ya, us heathens

And, I loved ya at the start

Only thought of you in the highest regard

Gold, gold honey in the mouth of evil

So you wanna live in the hearts of people

So much magic in the mirror

Bloody Mary is cryin' can you hear her?

Stop, drop impossible

You don't need it

I wanna run through the gates with ya, us heathens

And, I loved ya at the start

Only thought of you in the highest regard

I really do

Often think of you

Heavy with your 50 buck guitar in a wide-smilin' stranger's car