Waiting for the Lights to Go Out
Pull the sheets up high
I don't want to see today
Oh Hattie lock the door
And send the maid away
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
Half bourbon and half shame
Half Irish Cherokee
On the banks of Angelina
Where she kisses all the creeks
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I'm dressed for resignation
Cause who am I alone
Well ain't that water lucky
It can run until it's home
And I'm sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
A shiny white incisor
In the pocket of my shirt
A drunk'll bleed out faster
But nothing really hurts
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
They'll wipe away the mess
With the Sunday morning news
There ain't a lot to see
From the bullet that he used
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
Try to kill those lights the best I can
I don't want to see today
Oh Hattie lock the door
And send the maid away
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
Half bourbon and half shame
Half Irish Cherokee
On the banks of Angelina
Where she kisses all the creeks
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I'm dressed for resignation
Cause who am I alone
Well ain't that water lucky
It can run until it's home
And I'm sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
A shiny white incisor
In the pocket of my shirt
A drunk'll bleed out faster
But nothing really hurts
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
They'll wipe away the mess
With the Sunday morning news
There ain't a lot to see
From the bullet that he used
Sitting here waiting, waiting for the lights to go out
I got a sorry heart and a busted home
A sour fiddle and horsehair bow
I beat a path to hell same as any man
Sinnin' goes better with grinnin' I hear
I'll wear a smile from ear to ear
And try to kill those lights the best I can
Try to kill those lights the best I can
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Writer(s): Ryan Andrew Necci
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