Cold Hearted Blues

Well my welcome was worn out before I come in
Done it before lord, I'll do it again
Call me old fashioned I don't give a shit
'Bout radio country or top twenty hits
I never took kindly to folks that are rich
And I've been told I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch

I was born in the country, I was doing alright
Until I got lost in them big city lights
Sometimes it's hard, but girl understand
When the lord made me he made a ramblin' man
Bet your sweet ass I won't change up or switch
And I've been told I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch

Well I ain't good for business, I don't give a fuck
You'll never hear my song in an ad for a truck
I don't want your whiskey, I won't take your pills
I don't need some mansion out in Beverly Hills
I'd rather bleed out like a dog in a ditch
And I've been told I'm a cold hearted son of a bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Tyler John Glandorff
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