Joe Bonamassa - If Heartaches Were Nickels Lyrics
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If Heartaches Were Nickels
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What Are The Lyrics For If Heartaches Were Nickels By Joe Bonamassa?
I wish you could see me
All broken down this way But even if you saw me, baby I know I still couldn't make you stay Couldn't make you stay You know about the high cost of loving, baby But someday, someday You're gonna have to pay Gonna have to pay Oh, a woman like you needs fine things And I knew it from the start And I don't have much to offer Just this old broken heart, hey baby Just this old broken heart But if heartaches were nickels I would not, I wouldn't be here crying in the dark Yes, if wine and pills were hundred dollar bills I might keep you satisfied And if broken dreams were limousines I might take you for a ride And all I can do is think of you And wish you were here by my side Yes, if heartaches were nickels I'd be the richest fool alive If wine and pills were hundred dollar bills I might keep you satisfied If broken dreams were limousines I might take you for a ride But all I can do is think of you And wish you were here by my side Oh, if heartaches were nickels I'd be the richest fool alive I'd be the richest fool alive |
Who Wrote If Heartaches Were Nickels By Joe Bonamassa?
Warren Haynes
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What's The Duration Of The If Heartaches Were Nickels By Joe Bonamassa?The duration of If Heartaches Were Nickels is 7:51 minutes and seconds. |
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