"Heaven '57" lyrics
I bought a Heaven '57
Gotta figure out, where I'm going now
Saddle in the back, guitar is packed
No plans beyond this here town
And a gold buckle dream ain't all it seems
Now I'm gone from this old place
I bought a Heaven '57, a stairway to stepping in to join the race
I'm in my Heaven '57
Driving down New England, two slabs of beer inside
Two hours southbound, rodeo town
Trying to make it to the night time ride
I hit dirt but it didn't really hurt
About as much as your empty smile
I bought a Heaven '57 to try and forget about you and me for a while
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
We're in my Heaven '57
Trying to make a living but rodeo just ain't your life
Always complaining and screaming, accusing me of cheating
'Cause of the trails I'm leaving behind
All of the miles and miles, thinking of your eyes
Crying on a motel floor
We're in my heaven '57, lying if I'm forgetting the times I thought you were gone
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
I sold my Heaven '57
Knees ain't forgiving the times I was young and wild
The scars still remain along with the paint
That I haven't washed in a while
Although I sold her for less
It weren't worth the mess of the memories on my mind
I sold my Heaven '57 but thing that I remember is you driving with me by my side
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
Driving like a maniac
Gotta figure out, where I'm going now
Saddle in the back, guitar is packed
No plans beyond this here town
And a gold buckle dream ain't all it seems
Now I'm gone from this old place
I bought a Heaven '57, a stairway to stepping in to join the race
I'm in my Heaven '57
Driving down New England, two slabs of beer inside
Two hours southbound, rodeo town
Trying to make it to the night time ride
I hit dirt but it didn't really hurt
About as much as your empty smile
I bought a Heaven '57 to try and forget about you and me for a while
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
We're in my Heaven '57
Trying to make a living but rodeo just ain't your life
Always complaining and screaming, accusing me of cheating
'Cause of the trails I'm leaving behind
All of the miles and miles, thinking of your eyes
Crying on a motel floor
We're in my heaven '57, lying if I'm forgetting the times I thought you were gone
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
I sold my Heaven '57
Knees ain't forgiving the times I was young and wild
The scars still remain along with the paint
That I haven't washed in a while
Although I sold her for less
It weren't worth the mess of the memories on my mind
I sold my Heaven '57 but thing that I remember is you driving with me by my side
Guitars and Cadillacs, repeat on the stereo
We won't look back, we won't look back
Cigarettes and a perfume bottle, foot full force on the throttle
Tryna get back, tryna get back
Driving like a maniac
Driving like a maniac
