This is about bronies. They communicate by stomping.
A buddy of mine once said, with bad luck on his breath
That when he was done, he would drink the blood of the horse
He just finished beatin to death, what a mess
Lord, Ill love you till there aint nothing left
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren driving by
Everyone on the whole damn block wanna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way that you wrap your legs around me on my big old bed in my bedroom
Good God knows I do
These aint the words Im lookin for, but there the ones Im gonna use
For this hyperextension, dont even mention these
I should give up - hold up - what the fuck lovin you blues
Please be the one thing in this world that I was not born to lose
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren going by
Everyone in the whole damn town gonna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way we used to lay, ignoring phone calls, smoking Pall Malls in your bedroom
Good God knows I do
The judge is telling jokes, the courtroom aint been kind to me
But when I got locked down it was easy to see
It was harder on my poor old momma than it was on me
If I did time for you would you do time for me
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren going by
Everyone in Jefferson County Colorado gonna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it deep down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way that you wrap your legs around me on my big old bed in my bedroom
Good God knows I do
That when he was done, he would drink the blood of the horse
He just finished beatin to death, what a mess
Lord, Ill love you till there aint nothing left
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren driving by
Everyone on the whole damn block wanna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way that you wrap your legs around me on my big old bed in my bedroom
Good God knows I do
These aint the words Im lookin for, but there the ones Im gonna use
For this hyperextension, dont even mention these
I should give up - hold up - what the fuck lovin you blues
Please be the one thing in this world that I was not born to lose
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren going by
Everyone in the whole damn town gonna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way we used to lay, ignoring phone calls, smoking Pall Malls in your bedroom
Good God knows I do
The judge is telling jokes, the courtroom aint been kind to me
But when I got locked down it was easy to see
It was harder on my poor old momma than it was on me
If I did time for you would you do time for me
My baby she cries, sounds like a siren going by
Everyone in Jefferson County Colorado gonna turn around and ask her why
But lord when I cry, I try to hide it deep down in the night
So nobody any wiser come that ol mornin light
I miss the way that you love me, I miss the way that you do
I miss the way that you wrap your legs around me on my big old bed in my bedroom
Good God knows I do
Lyrics submitted by slicfin12
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