Gravestone

I've been known to lose my cool when the bartender pours 'em up wrong

Not afraid to speak my mind, and I come on a little bit strong

But you can't claim me, nah babe, I can't be owned

Like a southern wind, I'm born again with a wayward gypsy soul

So save your breath, save your time, and just put that on my gravestone

You can't play with matches then cry when you get burned

Toughen up, poor buttercup, from here it just gets worse

So go on and blame me, when it's you who should've known

Might as well just get in line with the other hearts I broke

So save your breath, save your time, and just put that on my gravestone

I'm a hell-raisin', top-shelf cravin', pride of a rambling man

I like to flirt with trouble, and it likes to flirt right back

Ain't got nothing nice to say, I'll keep it to my own

So save your two cents, move along, and just put that on my gravestone

Put that on my gravestone

Bound to Folsom Prison, I'm known to walk the line

Know I'm headed straight to hell when the good Lord says it's time

Cause I've got a reputation my mama won't condone

And it always seems to follow where the rubber meets the road

So take your sermon elsewhere and just put that on my gravestone

I'm a hell-raisin', top-shelf cravin', pride of a rambling man

I like to flirt with trouble, and it likes to flirt right back

Ain't got nothing nice to say, I'll keep it to my own

So save your two cents, move along, and just put that on my gravestone

Put that on my gravestone

Put that on my gravestone

Put that on my gravestone

Put that on my gravestone