Last Night In Town
Bloody knuckles and a broken nose
Oh, that's why I ever left home
I've fought in bars
And I've fought in the streets
Four more years of fightin'
'Til they're done with me
Leave it 'til tomorrow 'til you say goodbye
Ain't in the mood to watch no one cry
Tonight it's whiskey, so buy another round
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
Momma I ain't your only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how it's done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
In the mornin' it's the wide open road
Take it far enough and it'll bring you back home
She said "I watched them carry you to the back
Couldn't say goodbye with you like that"
I can always say, "I'm sorry l's drunk"
So many times 'til it doesn't mean much
When I get home the first rounds on me
Raise up that glass, goodbye Tennessee
Momma I ain't your only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how it's done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
I can always say, "I'm sorry I's drunk"
So many times 'til it doesn't mean much
When I get home the first rounds on me
Drink it up boys, goodbye Tennessee
Momma I ain't you're only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how its done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
Oh, that's why I ever left home
I've fought in bars
And I've fought in the streets
Four more years of fightin'
'Til they're done with me
Leave it 'til tomorrow 'til you say goodbye
Ain't in the mood to watch no one cry
Tonight it's whiskey, so buy another round
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
Momma I ain't your only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how it's done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
In the mornin' it's the wide open road
Take it far enough and it'll bring you back home
She said "I watched them carry you to the back
Couldn't say goodbye with you like that"
I can always say, "I'm sorry l's drunk"
So many times 'til it doesn't mean much
When I get home the first rounds on me
Raise up that glass, goodbye Tennessee
Momma I ain't your only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how it's done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
I can always say, "I'm sorry I's drunk"
So many times 'til it doesn't mean much
When I get home the first rounds on me
Drink it up boys, goodbye Tennessee
Momma I ain't you're only son
Ain't no favorites here, it's just how its done
Drink it up boys it's my last night in town
It's too late to turn back now, oh
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Writer(s): Benjamin Nichols
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