You've gotta sing it on your own time or at least when I'm out of town
You know you're gonna have to buy me j**elry now
There are boxes in the attic, they are flattened from unpacking
And I'll tape them back together for this
I don't care about your boots no more
And I don't care how many ways there are to leave you
I am picking the first one
I will know by the number of steel guitars on your next endeavor how sad you are
But if your lips were any softer I would fall right through
If your lips were any softer I would fall right through
If your lips were any softer I'd fall right through
So I'm packing your bags for the morning
And the morning will take all my time and put it back where it needs to be
Then I'm bringing you back to Nashville
But that doesn't mean that I am coming too
No matter how many rhinestones
No matter how many times you have been driven home and not known who has taken you
If I had any answers, if there were any fewer square dancers
If you were not a freelancer I'd be home with you right now
You said it's somebody else's song
Just something that you learned the other afternoon while I was at home sleeping
On the couch, in front of the tv, I know that's not your favorite place for me to be but it is mine
But if your lips were any softer I would fall right through
If your lips were any softer I would fall right through
If your lips were any softer I'd fall right through
So I'm packing your bags for the morning
And the morning will take all my time and put it back where it needs to be
Then I'm bringing you back to Nashville
But that doesn't mean that I am coming too