Ben Burgess - Sick and Tired

Lord, I pray they'll come a day
When the stars fall from the sky
And every wish my baby makes
Comes true a thousand times

'Cause I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Wondering when this fever gon' break
It feels like we're all slow off the draw
'Cause the bad guy keeps getting away

Yeah
Yeah, amen, uh

Yeah
Down here y'all, it's getting pretty hot
You might get saved, you might get shot
Preacher man sneak around steal your girl
Son, this ain't your mama's world, amen
Yeah, I'm sippin' on cold one hoping it will numb that

Shootout in my head over right and wrong
Ain't nobody wanna fight they just fire a gun
So I stay stoned, and march to my own
I tried to come see ya but the church been sold, amen
Sheriffs on the run 'cause they got another one

And I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Wondering when this fever gon' break
It feels like we're all slow off the draw
'Cause the bad guy keeps getting away
Yeah, yeah, yeah, alright

I didn't cry when I buried dad
Rodeo clowns ain't paid to be sad
Rich kids kids still got it rough
Grow up around here boy you better be tough, amen
Yeah, I'm trying to understand, won't you talk to me man

I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Wondering when this fever gon' break
It feels like we're all slow off the draw
'Cause the bad guy keeps getting away

Woo, yeah, amen (amen)

Lord, I pray they'll come a day
When the stars fall from the sky
And every wish my baby makes
Comes true a thousand times

'Cause I'm sick and tired of being sick and tired
Wondering when this fever gon' break
It feels like we're all slow off the draw
'Cause the bad guy keeps getting away

Yeah, amen (amen)

Written by:
Benjamin David Burgess, Jacob Davis, Josh Kerr

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Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.

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