Photograph

Twenty-three dimes to Caroline
Got new boots and they fit just fine
Standin' in the rain with a photograph
Sepia-toned, but only half

Roberto called Bob with a cool tat job
With one eye patch, and a high hat mob
Got to get away from the words he said
Sometimes I think I'm better off dead

Running from money 'til the day I die,
Hang my head, never wonder why
Texas gold, Louisiana tea
Stranded in the past, it ain't meant to be

Tequila with a squeeze a lime,
Runnin' late, runnin' out of time
Little pebble in my favorite boots
Haven't found a place to lay down roots

Hello little honey bunch
I know I haven't been 'round much
But if you were to let me in
So I could see your smile again
But all I have is a photograph
Sepia-toned, but only half



Credits
Writer(s): Ireland Harber, Declan Harber
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