I been thinkin' 'bout you leavin' So I picked up my guitar I played what I was feelin' I emptied out my heart Bet you thought it'd be a sad one About you bein' gone But this ain't that song Wonderin' why you left me Been wonderin' where you're at Hopin' that you'll text me And prayin' you'll come back I guess that's where I could be Oh, but please don't take this wrong This ain't that song This is you go your way, I'll go mine We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine Keep chasin' your life down the highway Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday Wish I could tell you, girl My front porch light's still on But this ain't that song No, no Wеll, this town is like a prison All I see is you I can't ever see mе Findin' someone new Yeah, I tried to hold another Felt nothin' but alone Naw, this ain't that song This is you go your way, I'll go mine We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine Keep chasin' your life down the highway Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday Wish I could tell you, girl My front porch light's still on But this ain't that song That tries to make you cry Make you feel bad about your goodbye This ain't some prideful heart just talkin' Girl, keep walkin' (girl, keep walkin') You go your way, I'll go mine We're gonna be better off, gonna be fine Keep chasin' your life down the highway Keep it real, live it up like it's Friday Wish I could tell you, girl My front porch light's still on But this ain't that song MM Been thinkin' 'bout you leavin' So I picked up my guitar
Compositores: Casey Michael Beathard, Eric Payton Smith (Payton Smith) ECAD: Obra #21727436