Lyrics

Well, there’s smoke up to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor
Carl Perkins on the jukebox and a line right out the door
This don’t seem like your kind of place, and I ain’t seen you before so
Think I’m gonna take you home
I’ve seen my share of floorboards, and cops that knew my name
I’ve been breaking lots of young hearts, since the old hearts learned my game
That need not concern you babe cause you know I can change if you
Let me take you home
Cause I got bad intentions, and an old beat up guitar
Two pockets full of empty, two lungs all full of tar
I aint too drunk to stumble yet and my place ain’t that far so
Hows about I take you home
Well, I’ll sing you country songs all night if I don’t fall off my stool
I’m a closeted romantic and open drunken fool
You’ll learn more in one night with me than in four whole years of school if you
Let me take you home
There’s smoke up to the ceiling, sawdust on the floor
Carl Perkins on the jukebox and a line right out the door
This don’t seem like your kind of place, and I ain’t seen you before so
How bout I take you home
Think I’m gonna take you home
Let me take you home
Written by: Ben Donovan
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