Tombstone

You've got this idea in your head
You can't go to bed till you get rid of it
So you pace the floor back and forth

Get out, get out,
you've got to get out
Get out, get out, you've got to get out

You put the pen to the paper
Praying for a miracle,
Hoping you stroke gold
Or something to fill the hole in your soul

Get out, get out
You've got to get out
Get out, get out
You've got to get out

You've got to get out of your head
Shake from your slumber
Before you've been laid to rest
Because son your not dead, your not done yet!

You've got this idea in your head you cannot go to bed until you get rid of it
So you pace the floor, pace the floor back and forth (Back and forth)
You put the pen to the paper and let the ink pour out

Before your just a date on a tombstone

Get out, get out
You've got to get out
Get out, get out
You've got to get out of your head



Credits
Writer(s): Coy Comer
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