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• Artiste: Tucker Beathard
• Titre: Find Me Here
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I'm tangled up in hotel sheets, 3 sheets to the wind I'm kicking myself, staring at this cross on my skin Too jacked up to just black out in this mess of a bed I made With some girl I'll just call Omaha 'cause I'll forget her name And there's a preacher on a TV Saying something 'bout you Coming back soon And got me thinking 'bout how If you walked in now What the hell I'd do I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains Standing with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316 With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer And Lord if you decide tonight's the night You're coming back, I hope you don't find me here If I get down on my knees and it ain't too much to ask Could you break the chains that hold me down and get the devil off my back And if you go and split that eastern sky I pray you take your time Yeah I promise you I'll make these old boots walk a straight line I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains Standing with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316 With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer And Lord if you decide tonight's the night You're coming back, I hope you don't find me here And there's a preacher on a TV Saying something 'bout you Coming back soon I ain't got a doubt If you walked in now Man I'd be screwed I wish I was on a plane or hopping trains Steady with my thumb in the air, waving down a cab somewhere Really I don't wanna be caught in room 316 With a hotel bible as a coaster underneath my beer And Lord if you decide tonight's the night You're coming back, I hope you don't find me here I hope you don't find me here I'm tangled up in hotel sheets, 3 sheets to the wind I'm kicking myself, staring at this cross on my skin