"Bad Guy" lyrics
"Bad Guy"
It wasn't always music
But the times when it was music
Are still the greatest moments in my life
A moment is forever
Forever is a memory
Dimly lit and fading out of sight
I want mine to be happy
It don't make a damn who's right or wrong
So how did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?
For better or for worse
Can we just skip the verse
Where we fuss and fight
My whole life is music
But you don't get to choose it
It's my song to write
This one ain't about you
It goes whatever way I want
So how did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?
I'm the one that held the pen
The misery and the gin
I picked the words and I turned the melody
I took nothing and made a song
But I held the pen so long it finally turned on me
And I wrote down these words
So I could count the twists and turns
Try to see if I could tell right went wrong
How did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?
How did I
Become the bad guy
In this song?
Thanks to Lamar for adding these lyrics.
- AZLyrics
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- Jamey Johnson Lyrics
album:
"Midnight Gasoline" (2024)
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