Karaoké Sleeve Nate Smith

There was a girl from Tennessee brought the fires of Hell on me

She brought a long line of hurt and a world of trouble

Every door became one more wall

Goddamn, you know

I gave it my all

Oh, I tried and I tried but couldn't stop lovin' her

Some people take it for a ride

Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet

Some people keep it inside goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine

Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go throwin' it around like it's fool's gold

Oh, there ain't no slowin' me down

I wear mine on my sleeve

Sleeve

She drove me out of state and out of mind

And I searched for her on those West Coast nights

In every little smile and stranger passin' through

I still see her now and then in my dreams

It's like she's still callin' out to me

But I know that she's far gone

Oh, oh

Some people take it for a ride

Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet

Some people keep it inside goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine

Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go throwin' it around like it's fool's gold

Oh, there ain't no slowin' me down

I wear mine on my sleeve

Sleeve

I was as blue as those cop car lights

Innocent in that cell that night

She broke me down to pieces

She broke me down to pieces

I'm still pickin' up the pieces

But at least it's still beatin'

Some people take it for a ride

Let it rust outside like a broke-down Chevrolet

Some people keep it inside goin' out of their mind like they're high on cocaine

Oh, I wish it wouldn't just go throwin' it around like it's fool's gold

Oh, there ain't no slowin' me down

I wear mine on my sleeve

Sleeve

Sleeve