Jason Isbell Follow
Good lyrics
You better watch yourself this time
On your waiting in a long line
Of kicking off a slow crime
I guess the Devil wouldn't have you
But you used who what you're used to
You always seem to somehow
make it through
I know I let myself go a bit
I try to lay low
But it's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
Chased a couple rollin' dice
Somewhere I don't belong
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Another night another rope burn
Well I guess that it was my turn
To wash all of the pain down
Maybe you were just a decoy
It doesn't matter much to me, noise
It covered up the voices
I don't want to hear
I let myself go again
I tried to let you know, but then
It's hard to be alone
I know I never took my own advice
I got tired of playin nice
And cut right to the bone
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience tuned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
I can't make myself be good
I wish I could
Somewhere my conscience turned to petrified old wood
I can't make myself do right
On Friday night
When all these shadows they get bigger and bigger in the light
Part of these releases
-
-
- Track 3 on Jason Isbell and the 400 Unit
- 2 Sunstroke
- 4 Cigarettes and Wine
Good Video
Thanks to
Dana
for submitting the lyrics.
Correct these lyrics
Comments on Good
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Jason Isbell) which produced the music or artwork. Details