Love Like This
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โฑ๏ธ 5:23 duration
๐ ID: 6303380
๐ Lyrics
A'ight, here we go
Coming home with a bottle
Trying not to break the seal
This Friday evening traffic
About enough to break a man's will
And I can't wait to see you
To see how your week has gone
And tear into Old No. 7
And make love 'til dawn
But your mama she'll be calling
If she ain't knocking on the door
And it won't take me long to remember
What I brought that bottle home for
And we'll all get to fighting
Just like we always do
And by Saturday morning
I'll be singing these blues
Last night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
Come Monday morning
I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America
Begging them both just to send me off to hell
But the boss man don't want no excuses
When it comes time to get on the clock
And without that paycheck
I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got
Last night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
Coming home with a bottle
Trying not to break the seal
This Friday evening traffic
About enough to break a man's will
And I can't wait to see you
To see how your week has gone
And tear into Old No. 7
And make love 'til dawn
But your mama she'll be calling
If she ain't knocking on the door
And it won't take me long to remember
What I brought that bottle home for
And we'll all get to fighting
Just like we always do
And by Saturday morning
I'll be singing these blues
Last night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
Come Monday morning
I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well
Cussin' God and America
Begging them both just to send me off to hell
But the boss man don't want no excuses
When it comes time to get on the clock
And without that paycheck
I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got
Last night I slept with my boots on again
One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:00.07] A'ight, here we go
[00:01.20]
[00:16.57] Coming home with a bottle
[00:22.82] Trying not to break the seal
[00:30.51] This Friday evening traffic
[00:35.85] About enough to break a man's will
[00:44.64] And I can't wait to see you
[00:49.98] To see how your week has gone
[00:56.45] And tear into Old No. 7
[01:01.99] And make love 'til dawn
[01:12.32] But your mama she'll be calling
[01:18.18] If she ain't knocking on the door
[01:26.23] And it won't take me long to remember
[01:31.38] What I brought that bottle home for
[01:39.55] And we'll all get to fighting
[01:45.43] Just like we always do
[01:53.57] And by Saturday morning
[01:56.87] I'll be singing these blues
[02:05.35] Last night I slept with my boots on again
[02:12.26] One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
[02:18.96] On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
[02:32.05] You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
[02:38.27] You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
[02:45.12] And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[02:53.87]
[03:14.39] Come Monday morning
[03:19.33] I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well
[03:27.75] Cussin' God and America
[03:33.04] Begging them both just to send me off to hell
[03:41.48] But the boss man don't want no excuses
[03:47.13] When it comes time to get on the clock
[03:55.72] And without that paycheck
[04:00.34] I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got
[04:07.20] Last night I slept with my boots on again
[04:13.18] One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
[04:20.67] On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
[04:34.22] You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
[04:40.33] You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
[04:47.32] And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[05:00.91] It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[05:11.79]
[00:01.20]
[00:16.57] Coming home with a bottle
[00:22.82] Trying not to break the seal
[00:30.51] This Friday evening traffic
[00:35.85] About enough to break a man's will
[00:44.64] And I can't wait to see you
[00:49.98] To see how your week has gone
[00:56.45] And tear into Old No. 7
[01:01.99] And make love 'til dawn
[01:12.32] But your mama she'll be calling
[01:18.18] If she ain't knocking on the door
[01:26.23] And it won't take me long to remember
[01:31.38] What I brought that bottle home for
[01:39.55] And we'll all get to fighting
[01:45.43] Just like we always do
[01:53.57] And by Saturday morning
[01:56.87] I'll be singing these blues
[02:05.35] Last night I slept with my boots on again
[02:12.26] One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
[02:18.96] On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
[02:32.05] You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
[02:38.27] You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
[02:45.12] And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[02:53.87]
[03:14.39] Come Monday morning
[03:19.33] I'll be sore to a fare-thee-well
[03:27.75] Cussin' God and America
[03:33.04] Begging them both just to send me off to hell
[03:41.48] But the boss man don't want no excuses
[03:47.13] When it comes time to get on the clock
[03:55.72] And without that paycheck
[04:00.34] I'd lose the rest of what sweet love I got
[04:07.20] Last night I slept with my boots on again
[04:13.18] One cut on my forehead and one on my chin
[04:20.67] On the hard old floor with nothin' to cover up with
[04:34.22] You got me real good, girl, and I must admit
[04:40.33] You pack a pretty mean punch for such a pretty little dish
[04:47.32] And it's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[05:00.91] It's a shame to know most folks don't ever know love like this
[05:11.79]