Wrist Tattoo
The way I'm looking out this window pane
Reminds me of the thin line between lovin' and insane
And all the leaves that hug the road
Remind me of the sweetest hugs a man has ever known
Lord I was born to run away
But I've never been so scared that I was really gonna stay
She feels like life and she feels like home
She feels like I don't have a single reason left to roam
And it's good enough for me
If I'm good enough for you dreamin's just a thing that I do
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Sleepin' in till 6 AM that's her kinda day she's like sleepin' with the wind
But I don't cry no I don't complain
Her phone calls in the evening ah it makes my whole day
And it's good enough for me if I'm good enough for you
Dreamin's just a thing that I do
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Blonde and blue and cowboy jeans
My heart beats red, she'll wake the dead, lord her soul is green
But still I wonder what a shame
That I lived 20 years where I didn't know her name
And it's good enough for me if I'm good enough for you
And I guess that I've been dreamin' about you
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Reminds me of the thin line between lovin' and insane
And all the leaves that hug the road
Remind me of the sweetest hugs a man has ever known
Lord I was born to run away
But I've never been so scared that I was really gonna stay
She feels like life and she feels like home
She feels like I don't have a single reason left to roam
And it's good enough for me
If I'm good enough for you dreamin's just a thing that I do
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Sleepin' in till 6 AM that's her kinda day she's like sleepin' with the wind
But I don't cry no I don't complain
Her phone calls in the evening ah it makes my whole day
And it's good enough for me if I'm good enough for you
Dreamin's just a thing that I do
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Blonde and blue and cowboy jeans
My heart beats red, she'll wake the dead, lord her soul is green
But still I wonder what a shame
That I lived 20 years where I didn't know her name
And it's good enough for me if I'm good enough for you
And I guess that I've been dreamin' about you
Paint the picket fence and paint the mailbox too and put me in your wrist tattoo
Credits
Writer(s): Tucker Knisell
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