Chris Janson - 'Til A Woman Comes Along lyrics

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Chris Janson - 'Til A Woman Comes Along lyrics

Yeah, boys ride bikes and learn to drive Them old stiff sides in grandpa's drive Pop the clutch and smell the rubber burn And it's on Then it's shootin' cans with no game plan And playin' air guitar in a rock 'n' roll band And it's fake I.D.'s and chasin' girls All night long Yeah, 'til a woman comes along and lays down the law Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong 'Til a woman comes along Yeah, it's fish and golf, foot and eight-ball Honky-tonks 'til past last call A lot of raisin' hell Rebel yellin' and carryin' on 'Til a woman comes along and lays down the law Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong 'Til a woman comes along Yeah, that bachelor pad was just a bachelor pad Dirty jeans and drive-thru sacks Like a lonely guy in a ramblin' Waylon song And a woman comes along and lays down the law Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong 'Til a woman comes along And lays down the law Draws that boy a line he ain't gonna cross It's funny how it's said there ain't a ball and chain that strong 'Til a woman comes along, oh, 'til a woman comes along Comes along Comes along All that until a woman comes along