Gone Country (Apple Music Sessions) - Hailey Whitters

I breathe it in like morning wind Through pampas grass, I'll make it last Like my last twenty Oh, ain't it funny? How even when it's wrong, I come on strong Like coffee black, I'll burn as fast as a box fan hummin' Oh, I ain't runnin' from nothin' I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey I wear it proud like Mama's house Or a Sunday dress, that's still the test of a Christmas Eve It's all on my sleeve So bring on the dry spell, tell me the hard truth Let's take the long way, that's what I'm used to When makin' this bet, if you're all in Put on your seatbelt, if you can't tell I can't help that I'm this way My heart goes wild and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It's 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin' I know it's worth more than gold This hand you hold, I know you know that I can't help that I'm this way I'll take you to the grave, right to the grave, yeah I can't help that I'm this way, oh I'm all in and that won't change If I take this love right to my grave It is 'cause I fault how I was raised, hey Headfirst, I'm jumpin' A little dirt don't hurt nothin'

I like my drinks a little too strong I like my men a little bit wrong I like my nights a little bit wild Full-grown woman, still juvenile I like bars a little too dark I'll find a song in a broken heart Watchin' a good thing go to hell Know that story just a little too well I ain't a dime-a-dozen I'm all or nothin' Love me or hate me, take me or leave me But don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me And how my mama raised me, if you know me, you'll understand I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" I like roads that go on windin' Stuck in the rough, comin' up diamonds I ain't afraid to wear my flaws It's so last year to cover 'em all If you're like me, hitch up your wagon And throw on your baggage Love me or hate me, take me or leave me But don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me And how my mama raised me to go a little against the grain I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" I'm a little more Messed-up Mary That's alright with me Hey, little "Miss Messed-up Mary" It ain't all bad to be Love me or hate me, take me or leave me Don't try and change me, I'm cool with the way I am Throw shade or praise me, that's how God made me How my mama raised me, if you know me, you'll understand I'm worn-out blues over straight lace A little more, "Messed-up Mary", than "Plain Jane" A little more "Messed-up Mary" (A little more "Messed-up Mary") Jane, hey, hey, hey (A little more "Messed-up Mary")

Happy people don't cheat Happy people don't lie They don't judge or hold a grudge They don't criticize Happy people don't hate Happy people don't steal 'Cause all the hurt sure ain't worth all the guilt they feel If you wanna know the secret You can't buy it, gotta make it And you ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You ain't gotta understand it But here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people Happy people don't fail Happy people just learn They don't think they're above, push or shove They just wait their turn They always got a hand, or a dollar to spare They know the golden rule, what you're goin' through Even if they've never been there So, if you wanna know the secret You can't buy it, gotta make it And you ain't ever gonna be it By takin' someone else's away Never take it for granted You ain't gotta understand it But here's to whatever puts a smile on your face Whatever makes you happy people And these days they ain't so easy to find They're the ones that you want standing on your side No time for greed, if they need some, give them some slack And we'll all be happy people 'Cause life is short And love is rare And we all deserve to be happy while we're here

You left your jacket in the back seat That's why I'm callin' you now I found it curled up in a ball I was cleanin' the 'yota out Swing by the house anytime you want Or I can drop it off You know whiskey makes me honest Tequila makes you mean Last thing I remember you were cussin' My keys were in the weeds You threw 'em out Said "I'd love to see you leave But I won't let you go kill yourself Or get busted by the po-po" So I staggered home alone Still thinkin' about you I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change It's hard movin' on I don't want you gone Ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing With these loose strings Baby, if we weren't so hard-headed Maybe we wouldn't fight And if you weren't so damn pretty I might have slept last night You say you can't live with me Ah, but you can't live without It's the little things I think about When I stagger home alone Still thinkin' about you I'm through talkin' about all the things we can't change It's hard movin' on I don't want you gone But ain't it strange the way we keep tryin' to tie down this thing With these loose strings Ain't no "What it's gonna be," babe What you get is what you see, babe We can try and lock it down It might hold for now But that ain't you and me We keep tyin' ourselves down With these loose strings Every time I turn around Loose strings The two of us just tangled up in Loose strings Every time I think I love you Loose strings Loose strings Loose strings Loose strings