Lela’s Stars Walker Hayes
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[Verse 1: Walker Hayes]
It's 3:42 a.m., eyes blood shot
Yawning in my Honda in a Costco parking lot
Waiting on the door to unlock so I can clock in early
And stock the cooler 'til I swear I need back surgery
Wondering what the hell I'm doing with my life
Wishing I was still in bed with my wife
Scribbling lyrics on the side of a styrofoam cup
Do my kids need their dad to grow up
Or keep chasing the dream
It ain't making no sense, no dollars
Am I a failure, or a father?
Father, help, look at the felt on my effed up ceiling
Had to bum thumbtacks from my 9 and a half year old daughter Lela
Just to keep it from coming down
Kinda like my tears when I count
[Chorus]
Lela's stars
The sky ain't fallin', it's just the roof of my car
Lela's stars
The sky ain't fallin', it's just the roof of my
It's just the roof of my car
[Verse 2]
Man, I wish this coffee had a little Maker's in it
Eleven bucks an hour, shit, that's less than twenty cents a minute
But, hey, it's a gig, and it's food in the refrigerator
It's time to get to work, but y'all, when I get off later
I'm gonna pick up this pen where I'm leaving off now
And get back to this song and show my children how to never give up
On something you love, something you want
Even when your check engine light is on
Nah, the future don't look bright but
It's like it's all going to be alright in the light of
It's 3:42 a.m., eyes blood shot
Yawning in my Honda in a Costco parking lot
Waiting on the door to unlock so I can clock in early
And stock the cooler 'til I swear I need back surgery
Wondering what the hell I'm doing with my life
Wishing I was still in bed with my wife
Scribbling lyrics on the side of a styrofoam cup
Do my kids need their dad to grow up
Or keep chasing the dream
It ain't making no sense, no dollars
Am I a failure, or a father?
Father, help, look at the felt on my effed up ceiling
Had to bum thumbtacks from my 9 and a half year old daughter Lela
Just to keep it from coming down
Kinda like my tears when I count
[Chorus]
Lela's stars
The sky ain't fallin', it's just the roof of my car
Lela's stars
The sky ain't fallin', it's just the roof of my
It's just the roof of my car
[Verse 2]
Man, I wish this coffee had a little Maker's in it
Eleven bucks an hour, shit, that's less than twenty cents a minute
But, hey, it's a gig, and it's food in the refrigerator
It's time to get to work, but y'all, when I get off later
I'm gonna pick up this pen where I'm leaving off now
And get back to this song and show my children how to never give up
On something you love, something you want
Even when your check engine light is on
Nah, the future don't look bright but
It's like it's all going to be alright in the light of
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