Andrew Combs Heavy
So, been nice knowing you
I know there’s been some good times,
And so have been some bad times, too.
It’s easy feeling restless in town these days,
Think I’ll drive out to Texas,
Straight pass the boarder and back in to Santa Fe.
Maybe I’ll see you, maybe I won’t.
Don’t you come around with the devil on your breath,
Don’t you know I hate to see you like that, baby?
You got something to say, get it off your chest,
Ain’t no use carrying all that around,
It’s only gonna make you heavy, make you heavy, girl.
Every night I say a prayer
That one day I’m gonna wake up
And you’ll be standing there.
I ain’t got time to waste on you,
Don’t you know I got places to go,
Don’t you know I got things to do?
Maybe I’ll see you, maybe I won’t.
Don’t you come around with the devil on your breath,
Don’t you know I hate to see you like that, baby?
You got something to say, get it off your chest,
Ain’t no use carrying all that around,
It’s only gonna make you heavy, make you heavy, girl.
Sure it been nice knowing you
I know there’s been some good times,
And so have been some bad times, too.
It’s easy feeling restless in town these days,
Think I’ll drive out to Texas,
Straight pass the boarder and back in to Santa Fe.
Maybe I’ll see you, maybe I won’t.
