The more I hurt, The less I feel, The more I know, The less I rest in this...
Lone star state of mine.
The more I hurt, The less I feel, The more I know, The less I rest in this...
Lone star state of mine.
Say it straight, Don't bend my ear, When I'm walking in an evening air, You two-step into my idle home, And tearing my song all up with minor chords now.
The more I solve, The less I work, That can't be good for some boy out of love, Out of touch, out of lust, out of soul, n'Out of song.