Nhạc sĩ: Eric Church, Casey Beathard, Monty Criswell
Lời đăng bởi: fenghui.liu
I was no daddy's dream, was not your mama's prayer But I was your first and your last ticket out of there I caught your wings on fire when I smoked my Bronco tires out of that town I'm good at rolling dice, no good at standing still You like the thought of chasing life instead of dollar bills We're living reckless, nothing to catch us baby but the ground This ain't for everybody, toes hanging off the legs Like we got nothing to lose Ain't always heaven baby, it's living on the edge You holding me holding you, it's a hell of a view I paint with my own gifts, you paint your purple sky This town's a canvas baby, let's paint it red tonight Go out like shooting stars, chasing what's in our hearts Into the blue This ain't for everybody, toes hanging off the legs Like we got nothing to lose Ain't always heaven baby, it's living on the edge You holding me holding you, it's a hell of a view Hell of a view We ain't for everybody, toes hanging off the legs Like we got nothing, we got nothing to lose Ain't always heaven baby, it's living on the edge You holding me holding you, it's a hell of a view Hell of a view Hell of a view Hell of a view Hell of a view