Reckless

Kip Moore

    Continúa después del anuncio

    I spent a summer down south, working for the county, trying to save for school
    I blew it all like a damn fool on women and beer
    I didn't have the grades but I had myself a major league fastball
    Got a call from the minor leagues in Wichita and blew out my arm in the first year, ha-ha, yeah

    Well, I took a good look at my life and decided I'd make a change
    Booked me a flight on an airplane, I was 3rd world Peace Corps bound
    But I met me a stewardess right there in the airport bar
    Before I knew it I was in her car and never turned around

    Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
    I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

    Continúa después del anuncio

    I went to work for my uncle on the coast called the hot spot
    We took our breaks on the boat docks and I got fired for smoking pot
    with the beach right there I guess surfing was the logical next move
    But I got mouthy with the wrong dude and got my damn jaw tattooed

    Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
    I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

    Alright
    I bought an old guitar with cash from a good hand of blackjack
    learned a few chord from a fat-back, hairy man named Pete
    I got a local gig on the weekends in some old honky-tonk
    Singing 2 hours of nothing but Cash songs, and I could always drink for free
    And some so called big-wig, producer man started sniffing 'round
    He told me he liked my sound but there was something holding me back
    He said a rhinestone suit and a cowboy hat outta do the trick
    I told him I had something he could stick, way on up his ass

    Well, maybe I'm reckless, maybe bad luck, hell maybe I'm way too much about having fun
    I'll send you a postcard, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up

    I'll send you a post card, send me your love, just don't give up on me yet, I'm still growing up
    Alright
    but don't give up on me yet
    I know I might take a little time
    But I'm gonna come around
    I just feel Like I still got a few things I gotta Get out of my system, ha ha

    Información de la canción

    Composición: Kip Moore y Dan Couch

    ¿Los datos están equivocados?

    Enviar revisión