Under the Mistletoe! - Elle King & Miranda Lambert

I've been a runner, I've been a fighter I've been the fuse, hell, I've been the lighter Taken every wrong turn down the bridges I burned It's a bad reputation, but it's damn well earned Gotta thank God that this ol' life ain't fair There's only one way to explain how I got here I got lucky Well, ain't that somethin' for someone just like me Who don't deserve a damn thing? I know broken, beat down And I know I show it then and now But, hell, I chose it, yеah, I own it And it brings me to my knees I got lucky I've been it all, I've been еmpty I've had nothing, I've had plenty Yeah, I've done the dance, too many close calls More than most, most of all I got lucky Ain't that somethin' for someone just like me Who don't deserve a damn thing? I know broken, beat down I know I show it then and now But, hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it And it brings me to my knees I got lucky I make sure I don't make it easy on me But I woke up today, so that must mean I got lucky Well, ain't that somethin' for someone just like me Who don't deserve one damn thing? I know broken, beat down And I know I show it then and now Hell, I chose it, yeah, I own it And it brings me to my knees I got lucky I got lucky Oh oh oh oh

Before I woke up this morning I done knew where he went He hid the keys to my car Smoked my last cigarette Well that good for nothing Mother truckin' son of a gun I don't need to know her name 'Cause I can tell you which one He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean Bet he's thinkin' that I'm cryin' Couldn't be more wrong He done got his ass kicked out He did that all on his own I took every last bit And threw it out in the grass He can pick up his shit If he ever comes back He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa Hun, you done me a favor And I ain't angry with you Babe, there's millions of Tulsas And you'll be singin' this soon I hate to break it to ya But you're 'bout to find out He's a real POS And he's your problem now He went back to Tulsa (bring it up) Put some miles on that adios Tacoma You know that I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa Put some miles on that adios Tacoma And I ain't talkin' Oklahoma 'Cause it ain't what you think But if you spell it back to front you gonna know what I mean He went back to Tulsa

Momma's dead and gone Papa ain't there Momma's dead and gone And Papa don't care Brother buried his head Pocket full of shotgun shells It's just a merry man Stuck in that whiskey well What's left of my backbone Is building this broken home Building it up Just to leave me Said he could change me How could you blame me Not breaking the law To break free So please Take Jackson out of me Sister lays her head She's just a little queen She don't do many things But she sure can sing Your hopeless soul Begging for more time Grab a dive and get old Too bad you ain't the killing kind What's left of my backbone Is building this broken home Building it up Just to leave me Said he could change me How could you blame me Not breaking the law To break free So please Take Jackson out of me For this country wears me down There's nothing left for me in this town These dreams are made Before I went For I won't waste, no more time Yeah! What's left of my backbone Is building this broken home Building it up Just to leave me Said he could change me How could you blame me Not breaking the law To break free So please Take Jackson out of me Take Jackson out of me Take Jackson out of me

I was always gonna end up On the wrong side of the track I'm a blonde-hair nut-case freakshow, certified damn maniac The wheels upstairs are turnin' But I swear that hamster died You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide Hell raising and high water My tires done gone flat I'm the bottom of the barrel with a target on my back My mind goes to the gutter Man to me that's aiming high You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide Bonafide on the Bible Bonafide on arrival Them lights are on, but baby, they ain't bright (they ain't bright) So, hit me where it hurts 'Cause, honey, I've answered to worse I was born a little wrong, but that's alright (that's alright) You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide I'm salt-poured in my coffee Sugar in the tank I'm down to my last dollar laughin' on down to the bank I stay off the wagon 'Cause that horse is too damn high You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide Bonafide on the Bible Bonafide on arrival Them lights are on, but baby, they ain't bright (they ain't bright) So, hit me where it hurts 'Cause, honey, I've answered to worse I was born a little wrong, but that's alright (that's alright) You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide (woo, woo) My left foot's on my right foot My right foot's in my mouth Hell, I'd be droppin' knowledge, but I just can't spit it out Well, I ain't ever lonely 'Cause it's me, myself and I You can bet your ass we're crazy bonafide Bonafide on the Bible Bonafide on arrival Them lights are on, but baby, they ain't bright (they ain't bright) So, hit me where it hurts 'Cause, honey, I've answered to worse I was born a little wrong, but that's alright (that's alright) You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide You can bet your ass I'm crazy bonafide (yoo, yoo)

I was just a poor young little ugly thing Momma kicked me out, just shy of 17 I was lookin' for love, in the fire, in the flames But the only way to love, is to get yourself burned That's how I became the runaway I gave my hand to a man, he put the ring on me He couldn't understand why he wasn't just like me I should've known by the look in his eyes We looked at the same guys That's when I realized No hands will hold me I'll always be lonely Is there someone out there who can break This habit of going There's no way of knowing I promise I'll always be a little runaway Your little runaway If you're not careful, you'll get your heart broken Take me as an example, I'll be a token I used to fall head over feet But everyone I loved deceived me So, what choice does that leave? A runaway You could say my shadow is the only friend of mine But it gets pretty lonely in the nighttime My shadow is almost as hard to see, oh Almost as hard as it is to love me A runaway No hands will hold me I'll always be lonely Is there someone out there who can break This habit of going There's no way of knowing I promise I'll always be a little runaway I'll be a runaway

Find me singin' on the back porch swingin' Cur dogs barkin' left my dip in the kitchen That's when it hit me that I've been gone too long May not be like Hollywood But we got nice hills and the road real good Windows down down 93, man you can't go wrong All I need on a Friday night is some Coors and a cooler and a few fireflies And a good ol'fashioned mountain dancin' song O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-o-ohio O-o-o-oh my home Is O-o-o-ohio Down by the river near the burned down bridge Pulled a 22 trigger and I bust my lip I was eight years old when I learned how Not to cry I wanna go back and I might as well but every time I leave Man it hurts like hell I hate to see them barefoot neighbors Wave goodbye So tough to see sweet mamas grave God rest her soul Swear that I'll behave And I'll always hold onto The hometown pride O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-oh my home Is O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-oh my home Is O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-oh my home O-o-o-ohio O-o-o-oh O-o-o-oh Oh my home is O-o-o-ohio