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I was throwin' pearl snaps in a suitcase She was standin' in the bedroom doorway Said, "Do you even when you're comin' back?" "It just depends on if I make the short go, could be a week, could be tomorrow, baby, we both know we could use the cash She said, "You better hope that I'm still here when you get home" And I just smiled and said, "I hope there ain't no traffic on the road" 'Cause I can't help the man the good Lord made me And you can't stand the fact that I just can't stand still So when you ask why I live my life 8 seconds at a time Honey, your guess is as good as mine I was 80 miles out on the highway I called the boys told 'em I was on my way, holler back when you know which one I draw And that's about when the eyes in the rear view said, "You stupid boy, she really loves you and, man, I don't know you at all" 'Cause I can't help the man the good Lord made me And you can't stand the fact that I just can't stand still So when you ask why I live my life 8 seconds at a time Buddy, your guess is as good as mine Then I hit the dirt headed back to her, with a bruised pride and busted knee She said, "Boy, don't you think you should hang it up" I said, "Girl, do you know me" 'Cause I can't help the man the good Lord made me And you can't stand the fact that I just can't stand still So when you ask why I live my life 8 seconds at a time Honey, your guess is as good as mine Yeah, you're guess is as good as mine
Writer(s): Jordan Walker, Jacob Davis, Jaden Andrew Hamilton Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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