O' Lover Songtext
von BJ Barham

All my chips are on the table
All my cards are showin' down
Things aren't going like I promised
But I swear, I'll figure it out

Season's soil it just ain't takin'
The last few years we bled her dry
There used to be cotton and tobacco
Now nothin' grows, no matter what we try

You know that store two counties over?
On Tuesday nights they only run one man
Now hear me out, I know it's risky
But you gotta trust me, I gotta plan

You can't call yourself a farmer just because you plant a seed
You must bargain with the dirt,
your hands must blister, they must bleed
Only then will you find beauty not in the bloom but in the weeds
O' Lover, love is not the only thing from you I need


Got my dad's .38 revolver
And I got a car that'll get us away
We'll just let it do the talkin'
No one gets hurt if they listen to what I say

Now get your hands where I can see 'em
And keep your mouth shut and fill the bag
Thought I made myself extremely clear
What part of that did he not understand?

You can't call yourself a farmer just because you plant a seed
You must bargain with the dirt,
your hands must blister, they must bleed
Only then will you find beauty not in the bloom but in the weeds
O' Lover, love is not the only thing from you I need
No, Lover, love is not the only thing from you I need

Now listen up, hey, please stop shakin'
It's very important what I'm 'bout to say
We only did what we did to survive
No one can know what happened here today