TITLE OurVinyl Sessions

DATE June 18, 2020

PRODUCER OurVinyl

  • written by Morgan Wade

    I ain't your ring of fire babe
    But for you, I'd walk the line
    Burning desire for what ain't mine
    And I can take you out tonight
    I can lie and say that you're the one
    But I won't see you against the sun

    So know my mind cannot be found
    The highway, it makes a lonesome sound
    And I could love you in at least a hundred ways
    So tell me why I can't stay

    You can tell the truth
    You could tell a lie
    What's it to you if it will get you by
    You can blame me
    You can blame fate
    Whatever it is we were both too late

    So know my mind cannot be found
    The highway, it makes a lonesome sound
    And I could love you in at least a hundred ways
    So tell me why I can't stay

    So know my mind cannot be found
    The highway, it makes a lonesome sound
    And I could love you in at least a hundred ways
    So tell me why I can't stay

  • written by Morgan Wade

    Right now there's a man laying in my bed
    I use to call him mine but he feels more like a stranger instead
    So I went and dyed my black hair blonde
    I know you don't want me anymore more
    I was just hoping I could turn you on

    Who are you wanting now
    It ain't me babe it ain't me
    Aren't you wondering how
    I became a painful memory
    I go back to a March night when I kissed you underneath street lights
    All your bottles in my floorboard
    Hey baby, why don't you want me anymore?

    All day there is a sadness rolling through my mind
    I'm constantly reminded you once left me behind
    And I don't remember all the fighting words we said
    Tell me baby am I crazy did I make it up in my head

    Who are you wanting now
    It ain't me babe it ain't me
    Aren't you wondering how
    I became a painful memory
    I go back to a March night when I kissed you underneath street lights
    All your bottles in my floorboard
    Hey baby, why don't you want me anymore?

    I think I know just who she is
    But I won't open my mouth I won't mention it
    Cause I can't stand to see the rage in your eyes
    But who am I kidding baby we're both real good with our lies

    Who are you wanting now
    It ain't me babe it ain't me
    Aren't you wondering how
    I became a painful memory
    I go back to a March night when I kissed you underneath street lights
    All your bottles in my floorboard
    Hey baby, why don't you want me anymore?

  • written by Morgan Wade

    By summer's end, I predict that I'll
    Have finally lost my mind
    The doctor said that these new pills
    Well, they might help me this time
    And I hope that's the case 'cause I feel I am wastin'
    The one life that I have
    The chances, they come, and the chances, they go
    But the time, well, you can't get that back

    And Johnnie called me late last night
    And I told Mr. Walker just go home

    Why do the demons in my mind
    Never wanna leave me alone?
    It's the pistol and the bottle
    It's the drugs and it's the throttle
    They tell me they'll make me feel alive
    But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
    I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

    Well, I'd love to get to sleep, but I can't get too deep
    Though I'm doing the best that I can
    My mind wants to talk about everything I'm not
    Even worse, everything I am
    I tell my friends and they tell me that
    Time will only do me well
    But I won't shut my mouth, is it a rule down in the south
    That you can't talk about your mental health?

    And Johnnie called me late last night
    Well, I told Mr. Walker just go home

    Why do the demons in my mind
    Never wanna leave me alone?
    It's the pistol and the bottle
    It's the drugs and it's the throttle
    They tell me they'll make me feel alive
    But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
    I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

    Well, Johnnie called me late last night
    And I told Mr. Walker just go home

    Why do the demons in my mind
    Never wanna leave me alone?
    It's the pistol and the bottle
    It's the drugs and it's the throttle
    They tell me they'll make me feel alive
    But I know good and well that ain't gonna help
    I'm just praying, praying I make it through the night

    I'm praying I make it through the night

  • written by Morgan Wade, Sadler Vaden

    The scariest thing I ever heard
    Was a three-year-old mouth the words
    "I want to be like you, someday"
    It got me to thinking that maybe I should change my ways

    I'm watching every line
    Because they love to memorize
    Every word, I say
    Maybe I should change the songs I sing

    Oh, the innocence of a child
    Never afraid to let their thoughts run wild
    I wish I could be that kind
    I wish I could see the world through your eyes

    Oh, that child-like faith
    The kind that no one should take away
    I think I had, it once bеfore
    Got me to thinking that maybe I should pray a littlе more

    Oh, the innocence of a child
    Never afraid to let their thoughts run wild
    I wish I could be that kind
    I wish I could see the world through your eyes
    I wish I could see the world through your eyes

    It's a phone call when I'm alone
    Asking me when I'll come back home
    When they're gonna see me again
    Got me to thinking I should spend more time with them

    Oh, the innocence of a child
    Never ashamed to let their thoughts run wild
    I wish I could be that kind
    I wish I could see the world through your eyes
    I wish I could see the world through your eyes

    The scariest thing I ever heard
    Was a three-year-old mouth the words
    "I want to be like you, someday"
    It got me to thinking that maybe I should change my ways