Postcard

Headed out West on a South Texas highway

Well I left her crying in the parking lot

Yeah well she left me, but I still had it my way

Knowing damn well that we never had a shot

She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"

Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done

I guess I could of loved her for the most part

Now I think it's about time to cut and run

Cut and run, time to cut and run

Guess I was way to wild, compared to boys she's been around

Trying to keep up with the ones she couldn't catch

Cause I'm still a rambling man, and I do the best I can

To try and settle down, but that scares me half to death

She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"

Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done

I guess I could of loved her for the most part

Now I think it's about time to cut and run

Cut and run, time to cut and run

Well maybe she was the one, maybe I jumped the gun

But I'm up and gone, I ain't turning back around

She'll find a better man, who don't break hearts the way I can

If she could say one thing to me, I know how it'd sound

She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"

Telling you I'm sorry for what I've done

I guess I could of loved her for the most part

Now I think it's about time to cut and run

She'd say, "Go to Hell" I'd say, "I'll send you a postcard"

Cause I know she loved it when I made her mad

I guess I could loved her for the most part

Now that I think about it, I guess it's kind of sad