Lyrics

17, you don't think that much about life, you just live it Like kerosene dancing around a fire, but you're in it So you jump right in, ain't afraid to fall, and you give it all He got the best of me, he broke my heart Now all that's left of me, is beating in this guitar Yeah, every night a different town, he follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause he got the best of me, ooh I picked myself up off the floor And found something new worth living for In an old dusty hand-me-down six string, and a couple chords I'm getting over him a little more with every song So y'all sing along He got the best of me, he broke my heart Now all that's left of me, is beating in this guitar Yeah, every night a different town, he follows me around So you get what's left of me Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause he got the best of me Oh, he got the best of me, oh He got the best of me, he broke my heart Now all that's left of me, is beating in this guitar Yeah, every night a different town, he follows me around So you get what's left of me, yeah Yeah, you get what's left of me 'Cause he got the best of me He got the best of me, yeah He got the best of me
Writer(s): Luke Albert Combs, Robert Snyder, Channing Wade Wilson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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