I Put That There
That Johnny Cash poster, hangin' on the wall
That black and white one, where he's flippin' you off
And that fist-sized hole it's hidin',
in between the studs behind it, I put that there
That black mark in the driveway, on the way out to the road
That dashboard Jesus, bobbin' as she goes
That desperate in the prayer, she's prayin',
that heart full of lonely kinda feelin', I put that there
That hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, I put that there
That pawn shop tag on a quarter-carat ring
That cover-up tattoo, over her name
That fist full of golden rings,
that hole where my heart used to be, I put that there
Oh, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
Yeah, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
Oh, I put that there
That black and white one, where he's flippin' you off
And that fist-sized hole it's hidin',
in between the studs behind it, I put that there
That black mark in the driveway, on the way out to the road
That dashboard Jesus, bobbin' as she goes
That desperate in the prayer, she's prayin',
that heart full of lonely kinda feelin', I put that there
That hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, I put that there
That pawn shop tag on a quarter-carat ring
That cover-up tattoo, over her name
That fist full of golden rings,
that hole where my heart used to be, I put that there
Oh, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
Yeah, that hundred miles of highway, between her and me
That whole lot of empty, where she used to be
That whiskey bottle smashed, in pieces on the floor
Like so many reasons she don't love me no more
That goodbye, hangin' like smoke in the air, yeah, I put that there
Oh, I put that there
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Writer(s): Deric Ruttan, Jonathan Singleton
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