These Days

Oh, love's ridiculous, life is hard
I feel 15 with a credit card
I used to pray with all my heart
Just asking sweet Jesus how to make it this far
With the promise of hell hanging over my head
I know a few people been but nobody dead
I give a big bad finger to the discotheque
The band keeps playing while the ship gets wrecked

These days, I ain't concerned
But always everybody gets burned
These days I am feeling all right
Wearing black blue jeans that fit real tight
I'm better these days, I'm gonna notice the time
Got two joints and a bottle of wine

These days, these days, these days, these days, these days, eh

Oh, thin-skinned baby going to cry all night
Never would not have made it through the gold rush time
Tonight sweet baby gonna go downtown
Find a black haired beauty, gonna wear me down
With the promise of love, striking a cord
Never get lonely, never get bored

These days, I ain't concerned
But always everybody gets burned
These days, I am feeling all right
Wearing black blue jeans that are real tight
Baby, these days I do not notice the time
Got two joints and a bottle of wine

These days, these days, these days, these days
These days, these days, these days
These days, these days, whoa



Credits
Writer(s): Casey Beathard, Jay Knowles
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