Eric Church Follow

I like fast cars and shop dreams, chased a lot of crazy things, left behind my share of broken pieces.

This morning I turned 36 and you just remember half of it. You wonder how you out-lived Hank or Jesus.

I put the rage in a river, roll in a thunder. But you kept me from going under when that current got too heavy.

I always thought I'd be a heap of metal, and a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal, sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy.

Fear I've had none, what the hell made you wanna love a man who was gonna die young?

In the mirror I saw my surprise, who knew gray hairs like to hide on a head, didn't think he'd live past thirty.

If I make it thirty more, it's the brown that you'll be looking for as you run your fingers through, say slow down honey.

I put the rage in a river, roll in a thunder. But you kept me from going under when that current got too heavy.

I always thought I'd be a heap of metal, and a cloud of smoke, foot stuck to the pedal, sold for parts like a junkyard rusted-out Chevy.

Fear I've had none, what the hell made you wanna love a man who was gonna die young?

Call it intuition, or call it crazy. Just thought by now I'd be pushing up daisies. But I'd gladly stick around if we're together.

So baby when you bow your head tonight, could you tell the Lord I've changed my mind and with you I'd like to live forever.