The List

Well, I wish time hadn't throttled
I wish years had changed your mind
I'll be the labels of the bottle
'Til that clear green glass can finally get its chance to shine
Well, I ain't gonna make excuses
I've since lost all track of my demons and their muses
So if you're still keeping score, then you can keep your heart attack

I'll make me a list, do whatchu gotta do
You heard stories about my past and they're probably true
Hell, make me a list, oh, that'll be fine
If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what?
You can get to the back of the line
I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last
And the years ain't always been kind
But that list of things you don't like about me
Is gonna be shorter than mine

What I don't mind, I keep in pictures
I don't wear those shoes no more
And the sweet old winds've changed
Took a while to call my name
But now and then, those sleeping dogs come howlin' at my door

I'll make me a list, do whatchu gotta do
You heard stories about my past and they're probably true
I'll make me a list and that'll be fine
If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what?
You can get to the back of the line
I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last
And the years ain't always been kind
But that list of things you don't like about me
Is gonna be shorter than mine

Now I ain't here to make excuses
And I've since lost all track of my demons and their muses
So if you're still keeping a score, then you can keep your heart attack

Hell, make me a list, do whatchu gotta do
Y'all heard stories about my past and they're probably true
I'll make me a list, oh, that'll be fine
If you wanna sling mud in my face, tell you what?
You can get to the back of the line
I don't live in the past, it ain't gonna last
And the years ain't always been kind
But that list of things you don't like about me
Is bound to be shorter than mine

And that list of things you don't like about me
Is gotta be shorter than mine