Clark Ringtones

I'll fly myself to France First class, New York to Paris Get drunk on wine and dance Someone who ain't embarrassed To kiss me on the dance floor Yeah, that's what I'll be there for If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore I'll read Lonesome Dove Fall asleep to Hallelujah I'll take some trippy drug Makes me forget I even knew ya I pain the floor to ceilin' blue Believe me, baby, I got things to do If you don't want me If you're beyond me If you don't love me anymore, I'll be an over you achiever I'll make you a believer That I don't love you either I'll meet somebody else Probably get married I'll keep it to myself But I'll love you 'till I'm buried

Hungover with my therapist She's tryna be real delicate In telling me I need to get my shit together All I've purchased this whole week Is Chick-fil-A and nicotine My bank account is begging me to treat her better If I am never gonna be enough (never be enough so) Then I might as well do what I want (do what I want) If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one I don't sleep too much at night And too much with boys I don't like I don't understand the hype, so I just drop 'em I spilled coffee on my dress It's ironic, I'm obsessed Everyone knows hot girls have stomach problems If I am never gonna be enough (never be enough so) Then I might as well do what I want (do what I want) If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one (Ooh, ooh) Blessed, stressed I'm broke, single, but damn sure I'll still mingle (you know I will) Write songs I don't like, overanalyze my life (very true) Break hearts for the art, sing Taylor Swift lyrics in the car I cry all the time, but I swear to God I'm alright If I'm broke, then I'm a quitter If I'm single, then I'm bitter I'm just a Jess looking for her Nick Miller If I'm home, I'm a loner If I smoke, I'm a stoner Can't hit it out of the park, but I'm still a home runner I'm a blessed one, stressed one, a little bit depressed one But if I'm a mess, might as well be a hot one

I wished I was in Austin in the Chili Parlor Bar Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are But here I sit in Dublin just rolling cigarettes Holding back and choking back the shakes with every breath So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye I am just a poor boy, work's my middle name If money was a reason, well, I would not be the same But I'll stand up and be counted, I'll face up to the truth I'll walk away from trouble, but I can't walk away from you So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye I have been to Fort Worth, and I have been to Spain I have been too proud to come in out of the rain I have seen the David, I've seen the Mona Lisa too I have heard Doc Watson play, "Columbus Stockade Blues" So forgive me all my anger, forgive me all my faults There's no need to forgive me for thinking what I thought I loved you from the get go, and I'll love you 'til I die I loved you on the Spanish Steps the day you said goodbye Well I wished I was in Austin, hmm, in the Chili Parlor Bar Drinking Mad Dog Margaritas and not caring where you are Thank y'all very much It's Guy Clark Thanks very much, I had a great time