Way back in the good old days
Things weren't really all that good
We grew up with the TV on
We learned how from Hollywood
We learned how from Hollywood
Riding with my headphones on
In the back of my mama's car
Winding down that dirty road
Town was close, but it felt far
Town was close, but it felt far
Drive-in movies, Coca-Cola
Sweet sixteen, that kiss of death
Don't you cry when you should laugh, babe
I smell liquor on your breath
I smell liquor on your breath
If it don't break you
It might just make you rich
You might not get there
And on the way, it's a bitch
Gettin' by, gettin' high
Feelin' like a low-life bum
Racked up debt, couldn't pay my rent
Pissin' off 'til kingdom come
Pissin' off 'til kingdom come
Mother Mary, geez Louise
I was havin' a ball until I threw it too far
Playin' dives, tryna stay alive
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
Twinkle, twinkle, little star
If it don't break you
It might just make you rich
You might not get there
And on the way, it's a bitch
It's a bitch
But then I won the lottery
I struck gold and they picked me
Winner, winner, chicken dinner
Hello, Mama, look at me
Hello, Mama, look at me
Now everything's turned inside out
They wanna put me on a big TV
Everybody wants to know
How I feel and what I think
How I feel and what I think
If it don't break you
It might just make you rich
You might not get there
And on the way, it's a bitch
Don't you know it's a bitch?
It's a bitch
compositores: Margo Price, Jeremy Ivey
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