Price You Pay Songtext
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Price You Pay Songtext
We rollin′? (Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes) alright
One, two, three, here we go
So you like all the songs on your country radio
But if you wanna sing along, there's some things you should know
It may not be for all, but if you wanna call it the dream
There′s a different side of this life in the songs that we sing
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head's gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
If she wears the jеans that you like, well, they can't hеlp but stare
And I ain′t one to judge, I ain′t sayin' what′s right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin' a country song
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head′s gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
If she wears the jeans that you like, well, them guys gonna stare
I ain't one to judge, I ain't sayin′ what′s right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin' a country song
But I ain′t one to judge, I ain't sayin′ what's right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin′ a country song, yeah
One, two, three, here we go
So you like all the songs on your country radio
But if you wanna sing along, there's some things you should know
It may not be for all, but if you wanna call it the dream
There′s a different side of this life in the songs that we sing
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head's gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
If she wears the jеans that you like, well, they can't hеlp but stare
And I ain′t one to judge, I ain′t sayin' what′s right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin' a country song
Your clothes smell like smoke on Monday from Saturday night
Your head′s gonna pound from too many cold Miller Lites
Your truck is still stuck in some mud in some field out somewhere
If she wears the jeans that you like, well, them guys gonna stare
I ain't one to judge, I ain't sayin′ what′s right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin' a country song
But I ain′t one to judge, I ain't sayin′ what's right or what's wrong
That′s the price that you pay for livin′ a country song, yeah
Writer(s): Jared Michael Hampton, Chandler Baldwin, Brandon Lancaster, Tate Howell, Tripp Howell Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com