Lyrics
Dirty clothes and cigarettes laying on the floor
Blue tattoos, bad memories, at times I've been a whore
I've done a lot of things I ain't proud of and I've broken a few hearts
I'm not quite sure what's left to do or where to even start
[chorus]
But God, he understands
And I'm glad he's been around
And I'm praying he can bring me
A woman to slow this rebel down
Putting off again today what should be getting done
Like callin my mom, cutting my hair, maybe going for a run
I'm askin this here guitar to tell my prophecy
Maybe all the answers just ain't inside of my
Burning all my bridges, yeah, and hiding the sun
I try to race with my devils but miss every starting gun
Mistakes I've made no doubt have given me these scars
The only promise I ever seem to keep is drinking at the bar
[repeat chorus]
But God, he understands
And I'm glad he's been around
And I'm praying he can bring me
A woman to slow this rebel down
Someone who holds me
Someone who dries my eyes
Someone who will laugh with me
And kiss me when I cry
Desperately, I write these words, reaching for a hold
'Cause lately for my age they say I've been acting pretty cold
[repeat chorus]
But God, he understands
And I'm glad he's been around
And I'm praying he can bring me
A woman to slow this rebel down
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