Anyway

White lines getting longer
On this blacktop road
Got my ol' six-string with me
Always ready to go
Every time I leave a stage
Another one appears
But she always has to complain
It's my dream she's tryin' to kill

Well I'm about to hit that county line
When that front door opens up
She's gonna hear what's on my mind

Imma' tell her to pack her bags
Imma' tell her to hit the door
Cause it's all over babe
I don't love you anymore
If you don't like the way I think
Or the songs I write and play
Might as well hit the road
Cause it's over anyway

Soon I'll be a new man
As free as I can be
I'll rock and roll all day long
And everyone will see
The ol' sayin' of life moves on
Is screamin' through my head
Cause right now I feel as used
As a tool stuck in the shed

Well I'm about to hit that county line
When that front door opens up
She's gonna hear what's on my mind

Imma' tell her to pack her bags
Imma' tell her to hit the door
Cause it's all over babe
I don't love you anymore
If you don't like the way I think
Or the songs I write and play
Might as well hit the road
Cause it's over anyway

Imma' tell her to pack her bags
Imma' tell her to hit the door
Cause it's all over babe
I don't love you anymore
If you don't like the way I think
Or the songs I write and play
Might as well hit the road
Cause it's over anyway

Imma' tell her to pack her bags
(Anyway)
Imma' tell her to hit the door
(Oh yeah)
Cause it's all over babe
I don't love you anymore
If you don't like the way I think
(Anyway)
Or the songs I write and play
(Oh yeah)
Might as well hit the road
Cause it's over anyway



Credits
Writer(s): Alex Dorman, James Ryan Casey
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