Sorry Momma Chase Rice

На этой странице вы найдете полный текст песни "Sorry Momma" от Chase Rice. Lyrxo предлагает вам самый полный и точный текст этой композиции без лишних отвлекающих факторов. Узнайте все куплеты и припев, чтобы лучше понять любимую песню и насладиться ею в полной мере. Идеально для фанатов и всех, кто ценит качественную музыку.

[Verse 1]
It ain't my fault that Lynchburg, Tennessee, makes it taste like that
It goes down smooth and damn it, I want more
And if what Mendocino grows didn't take me higher than the rockies
I wouldn't be lightin' up and knocking on the devil's door

[Chorus]
Wasn't supposed to chew Red Man, wasn't supposed to drink
Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
And sing these songs I sing
Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
Lord knows I'm to blame
So, I'm sorry momma, for the hell you raised

[Verse 2]
Wasn't supposed to bring her home 'til I brought her home and got down on one knee
Oh, but here we are waiting on a cab at half past three on the side of the street
I've lied, I've cheated, I've cussed at Jesus
Every prayer she prays I needed
I hope he knows she damn sure tried
'Cause I know that I

[Chorus]
Wasn't supposed to chew Red Man, wasn't supposed to drink
Wasn't supposed to shut down bars and break good hearts
And sing these songs I sing
Wasn't supposed to get western when the whiskey kicks in
Lord knows I'm to blame
So, I'm sorry momma, for the hell you raised