Loose Strings
You left your jacket in the back seat
That's why I'm callin' you now
I found it curled up in a ball
I was cleanin' the 'yota out
Swing by the house anytime you want
Or I can drop it off
You know whiskey makes me honest
Tequila makes you mean
Last thing I remember you were cussin'
My keys were in the weeds
You threw 'em out
Said "I'd love to see you leave
But I won't let you go kill yourself
Or get busted by the po-po"
So I staggered home alone
Still thinkin' about you
I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change
It's hard movin' on
I don't want you gone
Ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing
With these loose strings
Baby, if we weren't so hard-headed
Maybe we wouldn't fight
And if you weren't so damn pretty
I might have slept last night
You say you can't live with me
Ah, but you can't live without
It's the little things I think about
When I stagger home alone
Still thinkin' about you
I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change
It's hard movin' on
I don't want you gone
But ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing
With these loose strings
Ain't no "What it's gonna be," babe
What you get is what you see, babe
We can try and lock it down
It might hold for now
But that ain't you and me
We keep tyin' ourselves down
With these loose strings
Every time I turn around
Loose strings
The two of us just tangled up in
Loose strings
Every time I think I love you
Loose strings
Loose strings
Loose strings
Loose strings
That's why I'm callin' you now
I found it curled up in a ball
I was cleanin' the 'yota out
Swing by the house anytime you want
Or I can drop it off
You know whiskey makes me honest
Tequila makes you mean
Last thing I remember you were cussin'
My keys were in the weeds
You threw 'em out
Said "I'd love to see you leave
But I won't let you go kill yourself
Or get busted by the po-po"
So I staggered home alone
Still thinkin' about you
I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change
It's hard movin' on
I don't want you gone
Ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing
With these loose strings
Baby, if we weren't so hard-headed
Maybe we wouldn't fight
And if you weren't so damn pretty
I might have slept last night
You say you can't live with me
Ah, but you can't live without
It's the little things I think about
When I stagger home alone
Still thinkin' about you
I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change
It's hard movin' on
I don't want you gone
But ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing
With these loose strings
Ain't no "What it's gonna be," babe
What you get is what you see, babe
We can try and lock it down
It might hold for now
But that ain't you and me
We keep tyin' ourselves down
With these loose strings
Every time I turn around
Loose strings
The two of us just tangled up in
Loose strings
Every time I think I love you
Loose strings
Loose strings
Loose strings
Loose strings
Credits
Writer(s): Erik Anderson, Brent Cobb, Phillip White
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