The Showdown - It Drinks from Me Lyrics
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It Drinks from Me
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What Are The Lyrics For It Drinks from Me By The Showdown?
Daddy toasts the mourning
Daddy toasts the night Daddy can’t remember More than getting by Mama blacks the night out Mama shakes and stares Mama can’t remember Just how they got there It drinks from me And I drink from you Daddy’s more than gone now Rode the trigger God knows where Sad she can’t remember ‘Cause he was never there And Mama drowns in whiskey Tries to choke her shame And sometimes she’ll remember Sometimes it just rains It drinks from me And I drink from you Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle 'Cause love is in the aftermath But love is easier to swallow Than giving up and looking back Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle 'Cause love is in the aftermath Love is easier to swallow Than giving up and looking back Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle 'Cause love is in the aftermath But love is easier to swallow Than giving up and looking back Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle 'Cause love is in the aftermath Love is easier to swallow Than giving up and looking back Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle (It drinks from me) 'Cause love is in the aftermath Love is easier to swallow (And I’m through) Than giving up and looking back Love ain’t the bottom of the bottle (It drinks from me) 'Cause love is in the aftermath Love is easier to swallow (And I’m through) Than giving up and looking back It drinks from me And I’m through |
Who Wrote It Drinks from Me By The Showdown?
David Edison Bunton, Eric Allan Koruschak, Joshua Michael Childers, Travis Dean Bailey
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What's The Duration Of The It Drinks from Me By The Showdown?The duration of It Drinks from Me is 4:36 minutes and seconds. |
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