Making Me Look Good Again

Worn and haggard, weathered and torn
Drug through the keyhole of that back door
Blood shot red behind these shades
I look like hell, I've seen better days

And then those loving arms
They pull me back in
And there you go, baby yeah
Making me look good again

I'm rust on a barbed wire
I'm dust on a chrome yeah
I'm the heart that bleeds in an old country song

And then those loving arms
They pull me back in
And there you go, baby, yeah
Making me look good again

Leather and lace, denim and pearls
Whiskey and wine, they go just fine, like you and me, girl
When you smile at me and say, there ain't no better place
Than you'd rather be than right here loving me

Standing in that kitchen
It's been a long day at work
Then she slip her hands right under my shirt

Oh with those loving arms she pulls me back in
And there you go, baby, yeah
Making me look good again
There you go, baby
Making me look good again