You Ain't
You could be L.A.
Toes in the ocean
Skin turnin' golden
Under the sun
Or maybe Montana
Pickin' wild flowers
Out on the range
Where the horses run
I don't know where you are
But I know you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
On this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that you'll come around
And you're out there thinkin' about me now
But you ain't
Sometimes I wake up
Swear I see you smilin'
Then I open my eyes and
You're still long gone
Without a warning
Not even a goodbye
Was it really that easy
For you to move on?
I don't know who you think you are
But I know you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
Of this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that you'll come around
And you're out there thinkin' about me now
But you ain't
Oh yeah, time is a healer
But I ain't no saint
If you ever come back
I'm tellin' you, you're too late
And you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
Of this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that I'll come around
And you're everything that I need right now
But you ain't
You ain't
No, you ain't
You ain't
Toes in the ocean
Skin turnin' golden
Under the sun
Or maybe Montana
Pickin' wild flowers
Out on the range
Where the horses run
I don't know where you are
But I know you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
On this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that you'll come around
And you're out there thinkin' about me now
But you ain't
Sometimes I wake up
Swear I see you smilin'
Then I open my eyes and
You're still long gone
Without a warning
Not even a goodbye
Was it really that easy
For you to move on?
I don't know who you think you are
But I know you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
Of this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that you'll come around
And you're out there thinkin' about me now
But you ain't
Oh yeah, time is a healer
But I ain't no saint
If you ever come back
I'm tellin' you, you're too late
And you ain't
Shotgun in my ride
Sleeping on your side
Of this California king size bed
And you ain't dancin' in my shirt
And pullin' me in with no words
Turnin' my lips your shade of ruby red
Oh, I wish I could say that I'll come around
And you're everything that I need right now
But you ain't
You ain't
No, you ain't
You ain't
Credits
Writer(s): Skip Black, Aaron Jakob Goodvin, Nicole Marie Witt
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