Startin' With Me Songtext
I had a one night stand with my best friends baby sister
And to this day he still wont speak to me
I pawned my grandpa's old guitar in collage
For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline
I took a swing at my old man at Christmas
I never dreamed that it would be his last
I wish mom had rung my neck
When she caught me with them cigarettes
Which reminds me, I'm down to my last pack
And to this day he still wont speak to me
I pawned my grandpa's old guitar in collage
For a case of beer and a tank of gasoline
I took a swing at my old man at Christmas
I never dreamed that it would be his last
I wish mom had rung my neck
When she caught me with them cigarettes
Which reminds me, I'm down to my last pack
If I had a dime
For half the things I did
That didn't make no sense at all
I'd be living a little higher on the hall
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
I called my brother everything I could think of
The night he wouldn't bail me out of jail
I lost a job most folks 'round here would die for
By laying out all night and raising hell
And I let a woman that I love slip through my fingers
Chalk another dumb move up to my foolish pride
I was there standin' by the bed
When the preacher bowed his head
With the family, the day my grandma die
If I had a dime
For half the things I did
That didn't make no sense at all
I'd be living a little higher on the hall
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
Whoa, I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
Startin' with me
For half the things I did
That didn't make no sense at all
I'd be living a little higher on the hall
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
I called my brother everything I could think of
The night he wouldn't bail me out of jail
I lost a job most folks 'round here would die for
By laying out all night and raising hell
And I let a woman that I love slip through my fingers
Chalk another dumb move up to my foolish pride
I was there standin' by the bed
When the preacher bowed his head
With the family, the day my grandma die
If I had a dime
For half the things I did
That didn't make no sense at all
I'd be living a little higher on the hall
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
If only I'd've known
That later on down the road
I'd look back and not like what I see
Whoa, I'd've changed a lot of things
Startin' with me
Startin' with me
OWEN, JOSHUA RYAN / RITCHEY, JIMMY / MARVEL, KENDALL
© Universal Music Publishing Group, WINDSWEPT HOLDINGS LLC
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