Cory Branan - Love Song 8

She was going down, I was ashin' on her back
(love that girl like she was mine)
I hit back once - open-handed, no excuses
(love that girl like she was mine ...)
Now the sunshine won't look me in the eye no more
But nighttime says it to my face

I was thinkin' to myself
Might as well be you
Got to burn back the weeds
So I burn back the weeds and cry

need her like a crack-baby, I can see her in the dark
Came together so hard we broke both our hearts
Now I'm whistling dixie, spittin' teeth
I can't shed this skin she's underneath

I was thinkin' to myself
It was always you
Got to burn back the weeds
So I burn back the weeds and cry

she says 'why'
I'm just not a very nice guy
Can't seem to say good-bye
God knows I try

she was goin' down
I was ashin' on her back

Written by:
Cory Branan

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