I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
Sheriff presumed the man was dead
Now I live in this one-room buffet
Don't judge me now for running away
I left when there was nothing
left for me to hold
Then I hit the track
and never looking back
if my story was told
It was a stormy night
on a winding mountain highway
Well, I couldn't see
but three feet ahead
An old car was found
in the river
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
Sheriff presumed the man was dead
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story
I've Got This Story